"Traditional Stories" 60 Words for Junior English Composition

A farmer from the state of song every day in the field work. All the year round, the morning get up at dawn, walk into the field with hoes on their shoulders, The evening sun quickly after sunset, again with hoes on their shoulders back home. All the year round, the morning get up at dawn, walk into the field with hoes on their shoulders, the evening sun quickly after sunset, again with hoes on their shoulders back home. The hare see someone and frightened. He desperately run, but suddenly hit a cut tree farmer turnrow onto them, he broke his neck died. The farmer put down his farm work, walk over to pick up dead rabbits. He was very thankful for their own good luck. Coming back home in the evening, the farmer died rabbit to the fields. Coming back home in the evening, the farmer died rabbit to his wife. Wife made savoury meat, the couple talking and laughing rabbits ate a meal. The next day the earth in the fields, but he didn't like the former rabbits. Tracing his dry soon toward the brushwood take aim, listen and hope to have a rabbit out of nowhere crashed on the stump. In this way, he absent-mindedly dry day live, this hoe land also didn't finish hoe. Until dark also did not see any rabbit came out, he was unwilling to go home. The third day, the farmer came to DeBian, has fully centerless tillage. He put aside, farm tools is sitting on the stump beside the weevils on, specialized waiting hare out of nowhere. He put aside, farm tools is sitting on the stump beside the weevils on, specialized waiting hare out of nowhere. But he waited in vain day. Later, the farmer every day so keep the stump edge, hope again pick up to rabbit, but he didn't get. But the farmer field weed but are getting taller, putting his crops were covered. The farmer therefore became song about the laughingstock of the countrymen.

Waiting for the rabbit

There was a farmer in the country of Song, who labored every day in the fields. All year round, he got up at dawn in the morning and carried his hoe to the field; in the evening, when the sun was about to set, he carried his hoe home again. He really worked very hard. One day the farmer was working in the field when suddenly a hare came out of the grass. The hare was frightened by the sight of someone. It ran as fast as it could, but it hit a stump at the head of the farmer's field and broke its neck and died. The farmer put down his work and went over to pick up the dead rabbit. He was very grateful for his good luck. When he got home at night, the farmer gave the dead rabbit to his wife. His wife made a delicious rabbit meat, and the two of them ate a good meal with laughing and talking. The next day, the farmer went to work as usual, but he was no longer as focused as before. After a while, he would glance and listen to the bushes, hoping that another rabbit would come out and hit the stump of a tree. In this way, he worked absentmindedly all day, and did not finish hoeing the ground he was supposed to hoe. He did not see any rabbits come out until it was dark, and he went home with great disappointment. On the third day, the farmer came to the edge of the field, but he had no intention of hoeing at all. He put his tools aside and sat on the ridge next to the stump, waiting for the rabbits to come out. But he waited another day in vain. Afterward, the farmer stood by the stump every day, hoping to pick up another rabbit, but he never did. Instead, the weeds in the farmer's field grew taller and taller, drowning his crops. The farmer thus became the laughing stock of the people of Song.