What story is Sister Orange telling?

To pick the stars in the sky, you need the wings of colorful clouds and a heart of gold to find orange sister.

Once upon a time, on the banks of the Yarlung Zangbo River, there was such a ballad. Many people have heard it, sung it and forgotten it. Only a little prince named Dawa treasured this song in the most sacred place in his heart. The little prince grew older and older, and it was time to get married. Kings near and far want to betroth their princesses to him, but Prince Dawa always repeats, "I don't love any princesses, I only love the beautiful and kind orange girl."

In fact, what is orange sister like? Where on earth does she live? It's just an oral legend, and it's also a mystery to Prince Dawa. There is a sweet well in front of the palace, and half the residents in the city come here to fetch water. Prince Dawa thinks there is gold in the old population. As long as I go to the well every day to ask, I can always find a way to find orange sister. So, the figure of the prince appeared on the well platform made of white stone every day. He came earlier than all the people who fetched water and went back later than all the people. I didn't leave at noon and took a big piece of green oil as a snack. He always repeats the same question to every old man who carries water: "Grandpa, please tell me, is there an orange girl in the world?" Where does she live? "

Prince Dawa waited and asked again. It had been 7749 days, but no one could answer his question. He really lost his temper and picked up a stone and threw it into the air. Unexpectedly, the stone fell and smashed an old woman's pitcher. This is an old woman with white hair like a conch and no teeth as big as pearls in her mouth. This pitcher is half of her property, and now it has been broken. How can she not be sad? When Prince Dawa saw the old woman crying, he quickly sent a gold coin as compensation and gave her half of the green oil rake he had eaten. The old woman was very grateful, folded her hands and murmured a prayer: "Bodhisattva, this prince's heart is really as kind as the orange girl."

Prince Dawa heard that Sister Orange has four houses, so he likes to find a baby as big as a sheep's head. He quickly saluted the old woman again and asked, "Old mother, where does the orange girl you just mentioned live?" Can you tell me how to meet her? "

The old woman shook her head and said, "It is said that the milk of the lion in the snowy mountain is sweet, and no one can drink it." It is said that Sister Orange is beautiful, and no one can see her, because the place where she lives is too difficult to walk. "

The prince patted his chest and said, "Old mother, please tell me!" " Even if she lives on the moon, I dare to look around in the colorful clouds; Even if she lives in the sea, I dare to go down to the Dragon Palace to look for it. "

Seeing the prince's affection, the old woman was as loyal as a diamond, so she gave detailed instructions on the way to find the orange girl.

The brave Prince Dawa traveled day and night. During the day, the golden sun accompanied him; At night, the silver moon lights him up. He climbed the snow peak beside the blue sky, conquered the brave snow lion and rode it over the mountains. He jumped into the choppy river, defeated the fierce dragon and pulled it through the rapids; He entered the vast forest and many wild animals came at him. Far away, he shot with a golden arrow; Near, he nodded and cut in. After 7749 days' trek, I finally saw the valley full of flowers. Here, there are layers of dense orange trees, thousands of golden oranges, shining with strange brilliance. Give off an attractive fragrance.

The prince danced and sang and ran into the orange grove in one breath. Many orange trees stretched out their green palms and held his clothes. Many, many oranges pleaded with him in a sweet voice:

"Prince! Prince! Take me away! "

"Prince! Prince! Take me away! "

There are smiling faces of kumquat everywhere, and there are sweet voices everywhere, which makes Prince Dawa dizzy and don't know what to do. At this time, he remembered the old woman's warning: "The orange girl lives in the tallest orange tree and hides in the biggest orange." The prince searched three times from east to west and three times from west to east. Finally, he saw a very tall orange tree. There is a very big orange hidden in the thick leaves. He didn't say anything and didn't look up. He just pinched his lips and smiled shyly. The prince reached out to pick it, but the orange ran from branch to branch, jumped to another branch, and finally rose to the top of the tree, hidden in a few golden clouds.

This time, I am really worried about the prince. He wants to shoot with an arrow, but he is afraid of hurting it. He wanted to shake the tree, but he was afraid of damaging it, so he stood under it and sang:

Beautiful orange girl, living in a high treetop; Girl, if you are interested, please throw yourself into my arms.

Sure enough, just after the prince's song was finished, the orange fell gently and fell into his arms. The prince was so happy that he put his hands on his chest, turned his head and ran towards his hometown.

The prince runs and runs, the forest passes when he is dazzled, the river passes when he jumps, and the snowy mountain passes when he lifts his legs. He came to the foot of the snow-capped mountain, sat by the lake with the moonlight as a mirror, and rested by Malaysian flowers. Here, close to home, you can see the golden dome of the palace on the cloud. He took the golden orange out of his arms. The more he watched it, the happier he became. The more he thinks about it, the more he likes it. He forgot the old woman's advice and couldn't help peeling it off. Suddenly, accompanied by wonderful music and dazzling golden light, a very beautiful girl came out of the orange with a smile on her face. She wore glittering green gems and clothes made of gold thread, and her face was red with protein, fresh as orange debate; My graceful figure is as soft as an orange tree. She landed slowly on the grass, smelling wonderful all over. The prince was too surprised to breathe, for fear of blowing the fairy-like woman far away again. He stepped forward quickly, grabbed Sister Orange's ribbon and told her his love. Sister orange didn't look back or answer, just sipped her mouth and smiled gently.

The moon lake, the sun clearly across, the lake singing happily. Grandpa Snow Mountain, with white hair, also smiled red, because Prince Dawa and Orange Girl got married here. They came with many flowers and sang many love songs. Finally, the prince lay on the carpet grass, leaned on the girl's knee and fell asleep sweetly.

There lived a witch in the cave on the cliff by the lake. Seeing that they love each other so much, spring water and milk are inseparable, she came up with a vicious idea to frame an orange girl as kind as White Tara. She turned into a woman, wriggled up to Sister Orange, stared at her three times, narrowed her eyes, and said in a big fuss, "Oh! The most beautiful orange girl in the world is much uglier than me! " Sister orange didn't answer, just chuckled. The witch caught Sister Orange and asked her to take a picture by the lake to see who looked good. Orange sister repeatedly said; "no! Don't! This will wake the prince. " Said the witch; "Yes, I know you dare not compare! Otherwise, wouldn't it be the same for the prince to sleep on the ground? " Sister Orange lifted the prince's head, moved it to the flowers, and then put her bright waist on the pillow. When they came to the lake, there were two reflections in the lake: the girl in orange was like a golden peacock, and the witch was almost like a crow.

When the witch collapsed, she refused to give up, saying, "It's certainly better if you have gorgeous gold clothes;" If I put on your clothes, I will be more beautiful than you. "Poor orange sister was cheated by the witch, changed clothes for the witch, and was pushed down the deep lake by the witch when taking pictures.

The witch jumped to the prince in three steps and two steps, and put her arms around the prince's head. The prince just felt as soft as sleeping on wool, but now he feels as uncomfortable as sleeping on a horn. He will soon wake up. He opened his eyes and looked closely. He felt that Sister Orange had changed, turned ugly and turned black, and frowned slightly involuntarily. Seeing his thoughts, the witch quickly said, "noble prince!" " You slept here for three days and I didn't move for three days. The sun on the snowy mountain tanned me, and the cool breeze on the lake blew me away! "Prince Dawa thought," How kind the orange girl's heart is. Although she is uglier than before, I can't abandon her. "

So the prince and the witch held a grand wedding in the court. Kings from far and near sent precious gifts, and all the residents in the city came to the palace to dance and revel. Anyone who has seen this princess feels sorry for Prince Dawa, because she is really incomparable with the handsome young prince.

Seven days later, the herdsmen by the Moon Lake came to report: "Dear Prince, please allow me to report a good news. A golden lotus suddenly grows in the rippling moon lake! " The prince was very surprised and soon followed the shepherd to the lake. Sure enough, I saw a lovely lotus flower swaying alone on the lake, with dew rolling on its petals, like endless tears. The prince was very affectionate and asked the shepherd to take it back and put it in the Buddhist temple.

Wonderful lotus, lovely lotus, its fragrance fills the whole palace, and you can see the golden brilliance from a distance. Many, many people came to watch and were full of praise. Only the black-hearted witch knows the origin of the lotus, touches the Buddhist temple in the middle of the night, rubs it into pieces and scatters it in the back garden.

Seven days later, the old man looking at flowers came to report: "Dear prince, please allow me to report a good omen. There is a tall peach village in the back garden, and the trees are full of sweet fruits. " The prince was even more surprised. He took his subjects to the back garden. Sure enough, he saw a tall peach tree with many huge fresh peaches on it, and their pink lips were slightly open, as if they had a lot to say. The prince was silent, thinking about the strange things that happened one after another. The witch said happily, "Prince, prince! Please give these fresh peaches to your subjects and people to taste and let them remember your merits! " Prince Dawa felt that her words were reasonable and gave them to his subjects and people. Everyone came from all directions, one by one, and soon ate it up.

In a small ravine opposite the city, there lived an old woman. She herded sheep for the king on the grass slope from morning till night. When she arrived with her little son, the peach had cracked. She searched among the thorns in the grass for a long time before she found a small peach. The mother and son regarded it as a treasure and happily took it back to the small stone house where they lived. Grandma let her son eat, and his son let her taste. They pushed it around and finally put it in a sheepskin pocket. Since then, strange things have happened in the small stone house. Every time the old lady and the little boy come back from herding sheep, they find that the house is well packed, the butter tea is very strong and the mutton is cooked very well. One day, the old lady asked her son to drive the sheep to the mountain and hid herself outside the stone wall to peek. I saw a beautiful girl dressed in gold coming out of her sheepskin pocket with peaches and busy in the room. The old man ran in like a gust of wind, called the fairy and knelt before her.

The girl quickly lifted the old man up and said; "Grandma, I'm not a fairy, I'm an orange sister that everyone is familiar with." Then, with sad tears, she told the old man how she was framed by the witch. The old lady left her to live in a small stone house, and the three of them lived in harmony.

One day, Sister Orange was washing her hair outside the door and was seen by the witch from a distance. She let out a cry and pretended to faint. The imperial court invited many famous doctors and took many good medicines, all of which had no effect and were dying. One day, the prince went to see a witch. The witch pretended to cry and took the prince's hand and said, "Prince, there is a prescription that can save my life. I wonder if you will do it? " The prince said, "What prescription? Say it quickly! " The witch said, "In the valley opposite, there is an old woman who is herding sheep. Her daughter is a witch, and she brought my illness. Only by boiling her heart into soup can I come back to life. " Prince Dawa was very unhappy. He felt that Miss Orange was not only unattractive in appearance, but also unkind in heart. How can a kind and pure woman eat other people's hearts?

In order not to make the concubine suspicious, the prince sent three warriors to take the heart of the old shepherd's daughter. Then, he pulled out the fastest horse. "Denega" and "Denega" soon surpassed the Three Warriors. The first one came to the shepherd's small stone house and heard a parrot calling from the tree: "Girl! Girl! Here comes the ungrateful prince! The cruel prince is coming! "

Prince Dawa was angry with the golden arrow and wanted to shoot the parrot to death. Suddenly, a man came out of the small stone house and said, "Prince, please don't shoot the innocent bird, but kill the poor orange girl." The witch wants to eat my heart! " "The prince turned around and saw a beautiful girl standing in front of him, wearing a green dress of Baoyu and gold thread, with a fresh face like orange petals and a soft body like an orange tree. God, if this is not the most beautiful orange sister in the world, who is it? But, if this is the real orange sister, who is that in the palace?

The old woman who was herding sheep came and told the story that Sister Orange was killed. Prince Dawa seemed to wake up from a nightmare. Vowed to kill the evil witch. At the right moment, when the evil witch saw that things were exposed, she showed her vicious true colors, opened her mouth like a female wolf, and went straight from the palace to Miss Orange's place! The prince drew his bow and picked up the golden arrow. "whoosh! Hey! " One arrow after another sent the witch to hell.

At this time, seven-color rainbows rose on the snow-capped mountains, gorgeous flowers bloomed on the grass, and the low and humble small stone house suddenly became a magnificent palace. The walls of the palace are covered with emerald-green orange trees, and the orange trees are covered with bright red fruits like agate. The breeze is blowing from the valley, and oranges make a pleasant sound when they touch oranges. The leaves fluttered gently, giving off a refreshing fragrance.

Prince Dawa and Sister Orange, after this suffering, never separated again, loving each other until their hair grew old.