Four classic folk short stories

# Children's Stories # Introduction Folk stories are virtual events that spread among the people and are heard by people. The following are the complete works of classic folk stories that have not been sorted out and shared. Welcome to read and learn from them. I hope it helps you!

The legend of Luban umbrella-making used to be that there was no umbrella, so it was inconvenient to go out and walk. When he met the poisonous sun, he was burned to death. In the heavy rain, I was soaked like a drowned rat.

Teacher Lu Ban was very sad to see it. She said to teacher Lu Ban, "Everyone says you are a good cook. Can't you do something when you go out in the sun and rain? "

Lu Ban promised to find a way. As soon as the master and the apprentice were combined, they built a rest pavilion on the road, a pavilion ten miles away. When the pavilion was built, I invited teacher Lu Ban to see it. Lu Ban said: "This is a good way to keep out the sun and rain."

Teacher Lu Ban looked at it and shook his head. "Just have a rest. People who go out cannot stay in the pavilion all the time! "

Originally, Lu Banshi was in a state of jubilation, but after hearing this, he had no idea.

"You have a good idea. Think about it. Do you want two pavilions at a time? "

"One pavilion at a time!" Hearing this, Teacher Lu Ban really had a good idea. She was not angry at all: "OK, I'll try."

Teacher Lu Ban looked at the pavilion carefully again, returned home, made a skeleton out of bamboo, tied it into a small pavilion, and then pasted it with oiled paper. This thing is light and smart, and the shelf is alive. If you want to use it, you can open it when you don't need it This is an umbrella. Ready, Teacher Lu walked up to Teacher Lu with an umbrella: "Look. This is not a pavilion step by step! "

When Lu Ban saw it, he was pleasantly surprised. He even said, "admire, admire!"

People have umbrellas since then. Today, there are many kinds of umbrellas, but when they are unfolded, they still look like a small pavilion.

The monk ascended to heaven and said that in the Tang Dynasty, there was an envoy in Luzhou Prefecture named Li Baozhen. When he arrived, his home was empty, and he couldn't even afford the official and rank. There is really no way, so someone gave him advice and said; There is a respected old monk in the local area, and the people are obedient to him. Why not let him stand up and ask the people to donate some money and things?

So Li went to see the old monk and told the story together. Don't say that the old monk really agreed. In order to dispel the old monk's worry, Li said, we dug a tunnel under the altar. After you light the fire, you will come out along the tunnel to keep you safe. Adult Li took the old monk to the scene and left again. It was only then that a good day was set. When the people in the state heard that the old monk was sitting on the altar preaching, they all came to donate money.

On the opening day, the surrounding people also donated money. In a few days, we have donated hundreds of millions of money! He should see the old monk sitting high on the altar, where a group of young monks are singing together. How lively it is! After a while, I heard someone shout; The living Buddha appears, light a fire to meet him! Suddenly, the altar was ablaze, and the poor old monk's road to the altar had long been blocked.

After the fire went out, there were only some relics left on the altar! People really believe that the living Buddha has ascended to heaven. It solved Li's urgent need, and the relief money exchanged with one life was considered as a good thing for the old monk.

This is; Fake play is really a stupid monk. With the living god going to heaven, I knew I could make this trip, so why bother to be a windbreak?

Lin Zexu's wisdom is related to Lin Zexu, a couplet national hero, who was smart and eager to learn from childhood.

When Lin Zexu was eight years old, on the fifteenth day of the first month, all the neighbors' friends flocked to see the lanterns, but only Lin Zexu didn't go. It turns out that he is a little playful these days, and his father deliberately won't let him go out for fear of delaying his study. Seeing that it was getting dark, Lin Zexu was in a hurry. He ran to his father and said, "Dad, my neighbor's uncle said the Lantern Festival would be very beautiful tonight. Will you take me? " Lin Zexu's father said, "You like watching lights and want to go out and broaden your horizons. This is a good thing, but you are too playful these days and your homework is delayed. " "No, I learned very well." Lin Zexu said quickly. "Well, I'll test you. If you can match my pair, I'll take you there. " Lin Zexu looked at the lamp eagerly and agreed: "Dad, go."

My father looked up and thought about it, just in time to see Lin Zexu's grandmother and mother combing their hair and watching the lights, so he wrote a couplet: "My mother-in-law and daughter-in-law each have a bun." Lin Zexu listened to his father's couplets and looked around carefully. When he saw his grandfather holding his younger brother, he had a brainwave and quickly said to him, "Gongsun, old and young, has no teeth."

Father nodded, his eyes rested on the birdcage next to the yard and gave Lin Zexu a pair of couplets: "The birdcage feeds the grain birds." Lin Zexu went to the yard, looked at the flowers and asked his father, "Dad, did you water the flowers today?" "Yes, why don't you ask this?" Father asked. "Dad, yes. Do you think this sentence is good? " As he spoke, Lin Zexu said to the next sentence: "The flowerpot is filled with mud, which is used to grow flowers." As soon as my father heard Lin Zexu's clever and neat sentences, he took him to see the lanterns without saying anything.

The day Lu sold jiaozi was the third day of March in spring. The willow branches by the West Lake are green and the peach blossoms are red. There are many people playing around. Lv Dongbin, a fairy with eight holes, turned into an old man with white hair and beard and came to the West Lake to sell jiaozi.

Lv Dongbin put his burden under a big willow tree next to the broken bridge. He looked at jiaozi floating in the pot, then opened his voice and shouted:

"Eat jiaozi, eat jiaozi! A brass cymbal buys three big dumplings; Buy one of the three brass cymbals for the steamed buns! "

People laughed at Lv Dongbin's cry. Some people say:

"Old man, you shouted wrong! Change the price of big dumplings and small dumplings! "

Lv Dongbin listen to also don't listen to, just call it:

"Big jiaozi a cymbal to buy three; Buy one of the three brass cymbals for the steamed buns! "

People gathered around him carrying jiaozi. You pay a sum of money, I pay a sum of money to buy him a big jiaozi to eat. As soon as we had a rest in Guang Chen, the big jiaozi in the pot was fished out.

At this time, an old man in his fifties, holding a baby, also squeezed into the crowd. When Xiao Ya saw others eating jiaozi, she clamoured for it. But the big jiaozi was sold out, so the man had to take out three brass cymbals and buy a small jiaozi from Lv Dongbin. Lv Dongbin took the money, scooped up a bowl of boiling water first, then scooped up a small glutinous rice ball in the bowl, squatted down with the bowl, blew a breath into the bowl with his lips, and the small glutinous rice ball rolled around the rim of the bowl.

Little Yaer was so happy that he scooped up jiaozi and wanted to eat. As if it were alive, it got into its mouth and slipped into its stomach.

After eating jiaozi, Xiao Ya didn't eat for three days and nights. Dad was so anxious that he carried him under the big willow tree next to the broken bridge to find someone who sold jiaozi.

As soon as the wind blew, Lv Dongbin laughed, so he took Xiao Ya to the broken bridge, suddenly grabbed his foot, hung it upside down and shouted, "Come out!" The small glutinous rice balls swallowed three days ago were actually spit out from his small mouth. Small dumplings landed on the broken bridge and rolled down the West Lake.

Under the broken bridge, there is a white snake practicing. White snake has practiced for 500 years and is spiritual. She often sticks her head out to see the world. She saw the sunny West Lake with many tourists. Men and women, old and young, three in a pile, five in a group, some watching the scenery, some boating on the lake, some planting trees, some planting flowers, some laughing and having fun, some busy making a living ... White snake is very envious of the bustling scene of this world. On this day, she surfaced from the bottom of the lake, and it happened that the small dumplings rolled down from the broken bridge and then swallowed them in one mouthful.