A little Oriole.

"Villa is on fire, get up, put out the fire, put out the fire! . "The radio station in the forest came with the emergency broadcast of the announcer" White Rabbit ".

After a while, the animals in the forest poked their heads out of their homes, and the forest was suddenly brightly lit. Following the fire, everyone first judged that this was the home of the oriole bird. There was only the sound of barrels and footsteps, which was a mess. Dogs, deer, and even the little hedgehog who doesn't say a word on weekdays came out and ran towards the fire with water. Everyone is busy carrying buckets, and so am I. "Get out of the way, get out of the way, the fire truck is coming." The raging fire was put out at once, and there was no more shouting.

In this fire, the orioles suffered heavy losses. The animals found the bodies of oriole's father and mother. Mother oriole still has an unfinished berry in her hand, which is wrapped in half a burnt cloth. The clever dog said, "Where is the newborn oriole of the mother oriole bird?"

"yes! Where is the little oriole going? " Everyone was busy and didn't find it.

"So small, still can't talk, may be killed?"

"Hey, a good family is gone!"

"..." The animals said regretfully while cleaning up the scene.

"Please meet in the center of Forest Square in three days, and we will report the fire accident." The radio station in the forest once again heard the announcer, the little white rabbit.

"The family in the forest, the oriole's house caught fire because the oriole's mother was sick, got up in the middle of the night to feed the little oriole, and accidentally pulled the cloth next to the stove, which caused a fire, so please be careful not to put anything easy next to the stove."

The next morning, a mother sparrow flew from the empty sky and occasionally heard the sound of "chirp". Who is this? Mother sparrow looked for the sound and saw a soft body moving, and its hair had been burnt. There is only a pair of skins left, and my legs are still bleeding.

"Poor boy, something must have happened?" Distressed, I held her in my arms, crushed the fresh fruit I had just picked by hand, then fed it to her bit by bit with my mouth, took her back to my home, and simply treated and wrapped the wound. From then on, this little oriole grew up with the sparrow.

2

"Ah ... ah ... ah ... Yi people ... yi ..." The voice came from a distance. What a beautiful voice. An older oriole looked out of the window. "Ah, their feathers are particularly bright, with black feathers on their heads, bright and flexible eyes like two black gems, and a long, pointed mouth under their eyes; A furry abdomen; Wearing a yellow coat at the back. How beautiful! Who are they? " Curiosity made it climb out of the window bit by bit in their direction, even though my mother told me not to look for strangers easily.

"Sisters, you come and see, they are naked, bald and have three hairs, and a pair of wrinkled hands. They are so ugly. Coming here ruined our good mood. Go, go, stay away from it. " The leading oriole bird said.

"Let's go, let's go, the good mood is gone." After that, everyone got up and flew away.

Hearing these words, little oriole understood why her mother didn't let her go into battle lightly. It turns out that she is too ugly to scare others. He climbed to the river in tears, put his head to the river and saw his own shadow in the river. The sad little oriole wants to end his life. Just as he tried his best to jump into the river, mother sparrow found him.

"Don't let you go out, how to sneak out, are worried about where to find you? Come back with me. " Said and held it in his arms. The little oriole in her arms carefully looked at the sparrow mother and found that she was a little different from herself. Mother sparrow has a bright yellow mouth, bright black eyes and a "flowered skirt", but she is timid and thin. Maybe when I grow up, I will be my mother ... thinking about it, it fell asleep sweetly in the arms of mother sparrow.

Since little oriole heard that wonderful voice yesterday morning, he got up early every day and ran to a quiet place where no one met him. He also learned to pronounce "Ah ... Ah ... Ah ... Yi language ... Yi ...". This practice lasted for a year. Strangely, he can quickly learn and sing all the songs he has heard. It hopes to be liked by everyone like those beautiful birds one day.

Today is mother sparrow's birthday. She said to her, "Mom, sing a song for you."

"oh? You can sing, why doesn't mom know? Good! "

"Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby …" When Little Oriole finished singing this song, Mother Sparrow was shocked. This voice is obviously the voice of an oriole it heard, but it is an oriole.

"This child is great, and this talent? Persistence will definitely have good results. " Said, mother sparrow patted its head, only to find that it has a different temperament from others.

With the encouragement of mother sparrow. Little oriole continued to practice vocalization and singing, and was no longer afraid of being laughed at. I also believe that if I am fragrant, butterflies will come, and if I am wonderful, I will arrange it naturally.

three

Another morning, little oriole secretly practiced vocalization in the old place. A big bird flew from behind it. "Son, it's good to sing. I've been listening for days. What's your name? "

"Who? Who are you? " The little oriole was frightened and hid.

"Don't be afraid. I'm grandpa ostrich. Call me that from now on. I can teach you the skills of practicing and vocalizing. "

"Grandpa, ostrich grandpa? Sounds kind, but when mom says, you can't trust others easily. I'd better go. " He packed his things and hurried home, looking quietly behind him from time to time.

Watching the little oriole run away, Grandpa Ostrich said, "This child has a gift. Helping him is a rare voice. Didn't see it clearly? "

The next day, the third day, the fourth day ... so a month passed. Grandpa ostrich always meets the pavilion before him. Every time he practiced his voice, he strode beside him, sometimes running for a few minutes, but never spoke. In fact, grandpa ostrich is striding, not listening to the voice and practice of the little oriole. Little oriole doesn't know that Grandpa Ostrich is a very famous vocal expert. After this period of observation, Xiao oriole is convinced that Grandpa Ostrich is a good man and is ready to learn from Grandpa Ostrich.

"Grandpa ostrich, what you said that day still counts? Do you still accept me as an apprentice? " Asked the little oriole in the dark, blinking his big eyes.

"Of course, but I am very strict about accepting students and training?" Grandpa ostrich half squinted at the little oriole.

"The teacher is in class, the students take twigs as water and ask the teacher to drink water. My mother says drinking more water is good for your health. " She respectfully handed grandpa ostrich the twig stained with dew.

Grandpa ostrich crossed his legs, still half squinting at the distance, but subconsciously looked at the little oriole.

Little oriole saw grandpa ostrich's posture and sat down on the ground: "Teacher, please eat the twig!" " "Seeing the little oriole in a hurry, Grandpa Ostrich couldn't bear to tease it any more, so he quickly helped it up:" Get up, get up, son, it's cold underground. "

At the moment of lifting it, Grandpa Ostrich saw the face of the little oriole: "How ugly, so ugly. But if you are bigger, you can solve the ugly problem through plastic surgery. " Grandpa ostrich thought.

"What's your name?"

"Sparrow."

"How can a sparrow have such a beautiful voice?" Just then, a gust of wind blew up the tail of the little oriole, which looked like it was inlaid with a layer of Phnom Penh. Very beautiful.

"It's an oriole, no wonder it sounds so nice? Chelsea, can you take me to your house? Ask parents if they agree to learn vocal music. Learning vocal music is a very hard thing! "

"okay. Teacher ".

Seeing the mother of the oriole bird, Grandpa Ostrich knew the story of the little oriole. He said to the sparrow mother, "This child has a good congenital condition. I'll take him as a student and have plastic surgery. The future will be very good. "

"Well, it turned out to be an oriole. No wonder it sings so beautifully. " Mother sparrow said.

four

Three years later, under the cultivation of grandpa ostrich, the voice of little oriole is getting better and better.

"Chelsea, do you want to be beautiful? Let's go to the hospital tomorrow to check your body burns and see if you can rest after plastic surgery. The auditions for the Voice of the Forest are in three months. Get ready, okay? "

"Plastic surgery?" Little oriole occasionally learned from books that his appearance can be changed by plastic surgery. He was a little worried when he heard that the cost was not low.

"I ..." Looking at the little oriole shyly rubbing his skirts with his head down, Grandpa Ostrich pinched his face lovingly. "Don't worry, the teacher will pay for it."

"Really? After that, the students have money and return it to the teacher. "

"No, as long as you study hard, the teacher will be satisfied."

"Very good."

The next day, Grandpa Ostrich took him to see the goat doctor. The goat doctor checked it and said, "Fortunately, the burn is slight and the skin repair problem is not serious. It takes a month to restore skin repair. Come over for plastic surgery two days later, and we are here to prepare. "

On the way back, Grandpa Ostrich took little oriole's hand. He was really thinking about other plans.

On the third day, little oriole had cosmetic surgery. A month passed, and when it was time to take off the emery cloth, his heart was in a flutter. When the emery cloth was taken off his face and hands layer by layer, he saw himself in the mirror. The body is covered with golden feathers. The yellow feathers on the back and abdomen are like a beautiful coat, wrapping its body. The feathers on the neck are embroidered with black patterns. A pair of bright eyes, small and flexible, a long mouth, like a hook. It's beautiful. That's not what happened. Am I an oriole? While he was muttering to himself, Mother Sparrow sat next to him.

Son, the problem is, ... after listening to mother sparrow's words, her tears fell. It turned out to be an oriole. No wonder there is always a voice in the dream: "son, the house is on fire." I'm going to save your mother now. In case I can't come back, a kind person will take you in. " Your name is ... "

five

It's getting closer and closer to the audition for the sound of the forest. Little oriole is more diligent. Grandpa ostrich hired a professional teacher to tailor it, and all the trained teachers are optimistic about it. Its singing is sometimes like flowing water, sometimes crisp and melodious, and sometimes like clarinet playing, which is extremely moving. Now it has mastered the singing methods of various voices, but grandpa ostrich has less and less time to visit it.

"Teacher, I will repay you with the best results and wait for my good news!" Little oriole secretly made up his mind and talked to himself.

Where's the little oriole? Can an ugly duckling become a white swan when it is a sparrow? The oriole who once laughed at me covered her mouth and giggled.

"Listen to me and thank you, because you ..." The voice resounded through the sky.

"OK, that sounds good." Applause rang out from the audience. When the curtain opened bit by bit, little oriole appeared in front of everyone with a stunning face, and everyone was shocked. Is this an old sparrow? The orioles who laughed at it all blushed. Because they are playful, their songs are far less than those of little orioles.

The little oriole on the stage saw that, far away, someone gave him a thumbs-up and clapped his hands, and tears ran down his cheeks. It's grandpa ostrich! Looking at the master, little oriole finished the song "Listen to me and say thank you" with tears in her eyes. On the stage, the little oriole saw that the figure of grandpa ostrich leaving it became more and more blurred.

"Teacher, don't leave me, I'm not going anywhere!"

At this time, grandpa ostrich's voice came from the wind: "Remember, son, among many singers, your voice is not necessarily the best, your articulation is not necessarily the clearest, and your pronunciation is not necessarily the most accurate. However, your persistence must be the best. In the world of persistence, there is a voice that is the most charming. It's true feelings from the bottom of my heart, just like nature, so as long as your songs fly out of my heart. You are you, the unique you. Come on, keep working hard and rush to a bigger stage. "