Once upon a time, there was a little boy who was tired of his brain. He has a hobby of collecting all kinds of gourds, so everyone calls him Huluwa, even his mother does.
Autumn came, and the fist-sized old gourd on the neighbor's roof was blown to the side of the road by an autumn wind. Pumpkin picked it up as a treasure. After returning home, he opened a small hole in the gourd with an iron nail, knocked it upside down, and the small and full seeds fell into his palm.
He wants to plant gourd seeds in the small yard, but he is afraid that his mother will not agree, and that greedy chickens in the yard will eat the gourd seeds. After careful consideration, he finally decided to plant gourd seeds under the red locust tree in the corner of the garden. He dug a hole, carefully put down the gourd seeds, covered them with soil, and then poured some water. Finally, he folded his hands and mumbled something.
In late autumn, the leaves of Sophora japonica are getting less and less, and the buds of cucurbits are finally sticking out. The little boy kept watering and fertilizing the small gourd seedlings, and the small gourd seedlings grew fat and slowly grew vines.
Because of hope, the little boy's life is no longer boring. Whenever other friends catch fish and touch shrimp by the river, he looks at the gourd seedlings in a daze, like an old farmer looking at the crops thoughtfully.
The gourd vine grows up day by day, and the little boy hopes that the heart of the gourd will grow up day by day. Red, yellow, orange, blue, purple and transparent'; Round, square, pentagonal, and candied haws ... all kinds of gourds, like a butterfly flying among flowers, flashed before his eyes.
Many tourists shouted gourd baby through the fence, but he was unaware of it, because he was deeply intoxicated in his own gourd world, and all the tourists saw was a small yellow vine climbing on the red locust tree.
In the afternoon when the fat teacher hit the gourd baby's palm with a stick, his gourd vine finally opened its first white flower. He forgot the swelling and pain in his palm and circled around the gourd vine happily, singing unknown songs in his mouth and his heart was full of flowers.
Winter has finally come, and there are two birds on the branches of Sophora japonica. The gourd vine climbed higher than him, and he covered the vine with film.
That day, when dad came back from other places, the fat teacher reported the little boy. Dad flew into a rage and gave him a good beating. The gourd vine, which is more than one person tall, was cut in half by his father and hung on the curved branches of the red locust tree.
The little boy stood by half a vine and cried sadly. In the cold wind in the middle of the night, there seems to be his sobs.
The days are as calm as water, and the half-gourd vine is withered, stained with frost and covered with snow. Only careful people will find a few buds looming from the roots.
One day, a silver-black BMW stopped at the narrow village entrance. A stranger dressed in black, wearing a black hat and black shoes appeared at the entrance to the village. The neckline of his clothes was open, revealing a black beard. He walked on the snow-covered road, crunching under his feet and taking long footprints to the other side of the village.
The little boy's mother welcomed his beard into the room. Beard didn't bake charcoal fire, but talked to the little boy in the garden. From time to time, there is a beard laughing, and the snow on the red locust tree is flying.
As night fell, Beard got on the bus, the wheels raised snow particles, and a wisp of smoke floated on the snow.
Looking at the receding rut, the villagers inquired about the latest news. The little boy's mother said, "Beard is a biologist in the provincial capital. He wants to take his apprentice and let our gourd baby go to school in the provincial capital! " "
Later, the little boy went to the provincial capital.
A few years later, the "gourd wind" suddenly blew in the street: bowls, cups and other daily necessities were all made of various gourds, and children's schoolbags, women's jewelry, and even the roofs of every household and football on the court were all made of gourds.
Now, people finally guess what medicine this boring gourd doll sells-fantasy, novelty, something called creativity!
Expansion: The Creative Fable Story of Sean the Lamb
A fox will never learn to ride a bike. "Then don't learn," said the big fox. "Riding a bike is really boring." But the fox still wants to learn, because bears, rabbits, deer and monkeys all understand. The big fox scratched his head for a long time, and finally installed two auxiliary wheels for the little fox's bike.
It's much easier to ride a bike with auxiliary wheels. An hour later, Fox rode his bike out of the door and went to play with the bear. But soon the fox came back by bike. "They say riding a bicycle with auxiliary wheels is not riding ..." Fox said sadly. The big fox had to remove the auxiliary wheel from the car again and continue to practice with the little fox. "Pay attention to balance!" "Don't be nervous!" "Don't hold your hand too tightly!" "Don't be too loose-"The big fox kept shouting tips for riding a bike, but the little fox still rode askew. If the big fox hadn't scratched at the rear of the car, it would have swollen its tail. "Why is it so difficult?" Said the fox. "Why don't you give me a ride? Maybe I can learn faster. " Fox immediately thought it was a great idea. Last time he learned to swim, it was also a fox demonstration, and he learned quickly. "... your car is too small for me to take. "Said the big fox. "Then let's borrow one from the Xiong family. Papa bear has a big bike. " "It's getting dark. It's time for us to go home for dinner. Let's borrow it tomorrow ... "Fox looked at the sky, nodded and went home with Fox. Early the next morning, Little Fox urged Big Fox to borrow a bike from Papa Bear. "... actually, I can't ride a bike. "Said the big fox. "ah? Neither will you? " "Yes, I won't. I learned it when I was a child, but I never learned it. " "It seems that riding a bike is really difficult!" Fox said he decided not to learn. "Let's go swimming! Summer is the best time to swim. " The big fox wiped his sweat and took the little fox out for a swim.
One afternoon a few days later, the big fox suddenly called the little fox into the yard. Then, he pushed out a big bike, rolled over and walked around the yard steadily for two times. "Don't you know how to ride a bike?" The fox said, get up. "I have learned it now." Said the big fox. "Teach me quickly!" Fox hurried home to push his little bike. But the big fox demonstrated again and again, and the little fox still couldn't learn to ride a bike. "Forget it," said the big fox at last. "If you can't learn, don't learn. Wait until you become a fox father, so you will learn it soon! "