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Nuwa created human folklore bai, at the beginning of the opening of heaven and earth, there was no human dao on the earth, it was Nuwa who pinched the loess.

The group made man. She was busy and tired, and she tried her best to catch up with **. So she took the rope and threw it into the mud, and when she lifted the rope and threw it, the mud fell to the ground, and she became a person.

Later generations said that the rich and noble people were made by Nuwa herself, while the poor people were just made by Nuwa dipping the mud with a rope and sprinkling the mud on the ground.

Cangjie makes words. Once, Cangjie made a mistake in providing the Yellow Emperor with historical facts from the historical books recorded in these knots, causing the Yellow Emperor to lose the border negotiations with the Yan Emperor. Afterwards, Cangjie resigned in shame and traveled all over the world, a good way to visit and record historical records. Three years later, he returned to his hometown of Yangwu Village, Baishui, and lived alone in the deep ditch to "watch the curve of the stars and observe the traces of the hooves and claws of birds and beasts", and sorted out various materials to create various symbols representing all things in the world.

He gave these symbols a name, and they called them words.

Cangjie's characters are all made according to the shape of all things. For example, the Japanese character is hooked according to the appearance of the sun's red circle; The word moon is drawn in the shape of a crescent moon; The herringbone is the ...... of the silhouette of the personCangjie's first writing was later known by the Yellow Emperor, and he was greatly moved and gave Cang the surname.

It means that there is one king and one person. Later, God knew about this and rewarded Cangjie with a rain of grain. This is the origin of the Valley Rain Festival in the world.

Regarding the origin of the Songkran Festival, there is such a legend in the local area:

A long time ago, a demon king who did all kinds of evil took over.

Beautiful and rich inside.

The shell mantis hits the wall, rattle. Finished.

Flashed left and right, hit the wall haha.

I'm telling jokes. There was a person who went to the East to play, but he was a little hungry, so he went to eat, saw a dumpling restaurant and went in to eat, and asked the waitress to say "how much is a bowl of dumplings" The waitress heard it as "how much does it cost to sleep a night" She said angrily "hooligan" The northwest man heard it as six cents, it was too cheap, just enough money. That's what I'm talking about, I'm four.

Class 3 Zhao Tianyu Qiyi Road Primary School, please take a look!

Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale plus Ye Shengtao fairy tale.

Legend has it that a long, long time ago, the ancient Yellow River was a wild horse that was difficult to tame, it flowed arbitrarily, like a monster with bared teeth and grinning, roaring day and night, surging endlessly, devouring thousands of acres of fertile land. Biting on tens of millions of mountains, the Hui and Han people on both sides of the Yellow River can only live a life of slash-and-burn cultivation at the top of the mountain and the bottom of the ditch.

At that time, Ningxia was not a plain with flat rivers, but overlapping green hills, ravines and ravines, and there was no flat field, and no field could be filled with water from the Yellow River.

Legend has it that there are several Hui and Han families living on Niushou Mountain, and their older generations carry water at the bottom of the mountain and farm on the top of the mountain. The old and the young are busy all the time, but they can't eat enough and can't wear clothes, and no one can stand this kind of torture for a long time.

One year, an old man in his seventies named Erde opened an orchard on the mountain and planted some cucumbers. He got up early every day and went to the Yellow River to fetch water and water cucumbers, his shoulders were swollen, the soles of his feet were peeled, and he carefully cultivated cucumbers, which grew tender and sweet.

On this day, the old man was tired and fell asleep on the gate of the vegetable garden.

A long time ago, there was a shepherd boy named Su He in the Chahar Du grassland. One day, he hugged the DAO back

A little white foal without a dedicated mother. The little white horse grew into a beautiful steed under the feeding of Su He, and it ran up to the wind under its hooves, and could catch up with the sika deer. The little white horse and Su He are inseparable and become good friends.

One spring, the prince held a horse race, and promised to give a flock of sheep to the rider who won the first place.

Su He rode his white horse to the horse race, and the little white horse ran first and won the first place.

The prince liked this beautiful white horse very much, and when he saw that the rider was a little shepherd boy, he said arrogantly: "Give you three ingots, and leave the little white horse for me!" Su He said angrily

I'm not here to sell horses! The prince ordered his men to knock Su He unconscious and snatched the little white horse.

But as soon as the prince got on the white horse, he fell off, and the little white horse broke free from the reins and galloped away. The prince ordered the warriors to shoot the little white horse with poisoned arrows, and the little white horse who was hit by the poisoned arrow ran to Su He's yurt and died. Sue He burst into tears of sadness.

Su He misses the little white horse, and at night, he dreams that the little white horse says to him: "You use my bones to make a piano, and I can be with you forever." ”

Su He made a beautiful piano according to the words of the little white horse. He carved the bones of a white horse into a horse's head for the stem, the tendons for the strings, and the tail for the bow, which was the first horse-head harp.

Since then, the beautiful sound of the horse-head fiddle has spread all over the prairie.

The boy lost his mother when he was 4 years old, and his father worked several jobs a day to support the two, and his father's temper became very irritable. Every day, the father always has to sleep for three hours after coming home from work at four o'clock to go to the evening shift at eight o'clock, and the son is always very well-behaved, and will go straight home after school, never lingering, and when the father comes back, the son is always at home to review his homework.

It was a cold day, and the father opened the door and found that his son was not at home, and the tired father thought angrily, "I will beat him up when he comes back!" So he fell asleep.

The alarm went off at seven o'clock, and the son had not yet returned, and the father felt that he must be cleaned up tomorrow. When he pushed the door open, he found his son sitting on the dark, clammy staircase, breathing to warm his little hands, which were already red from the cold.

Why don't you go home? My father was a little surprised.

Sorry Dad, I didn't have the keys with me. The son's voice trembled.

Won't you knock on the door? The books have been read to **? My father's voice began to rise.

You can only sleep a little bit a day, I don't want to disturb your rest, I want to wait until you go out before going in. ”