Along the grassland where cattle graze and horses run, there is an old stone wall.
The owner of the farm moved away, and the barn was abandoned, empty and empty.
Winter is not far away, and voles are busy collecting corn, ears of wheat, nuts and dry straw.
They were busy during the day, busy at night, they were all busy, with the exception of Alfred.
Little vole asked: Alfred, why don't you work?
I'm working, said Alfred. I'm collecting sunshine for the cold, dark winter.
When they saw alfo sitting there, staring at the prairie, they asked: now, alfo?
I'm collecting colors, Alfred replied simply. Winter is always grey.
Once, Alfred looked like he was about to fall asleep. They scolded him: alfo, are you daydreaming?
Oh, no! Ah fo said, I'm collecting words. There are so many and long days in winter that we can't find words to say.
Making a romantic vole Alfred
In a stone wall not far from the barn lived a nest of chirping voles. Winter is not far away, and voles are busy collecting corn, ears of wheat, nuts, plums and dry straw. They were busy day and night, with the exception of Alfred. The voles wonder why Alfred doesn't work? Alfred told them that he was collecting sunshine and colors for the cold and dark winter. Ah fo also said that he had to collect words. Winter is coming. When the first snow came down, five little voles hid in the nest of the stone wall. When most of the nuts and plums are eaten up and the straw is used up, the corn can only be remembered. It was so cold in the stone wall that no one wanted to speak. Then they remembered what Alfred said about sunshine, color and words. At this time, alfo climbed up a big stone and scattered the light of the sun. Alfo talked about the blue Catharanthus roseus, the red poppy in the yellow wheat field, and the green leaves in the plum trees. Then Buddha recited a poem for you. In this long winter, Buddha brought you the warmth of spring with the sunshine, colors and words collected in autumn.
Vole Buddha is a beautiful and easy to read picture book, which tells the story of five voles.
The voles are going to spend the winter, and their friends are busy collecting food and hay. However, little vole alfo is busy collecting sunlight, colors and words. What does he do with these things? Winter is coming, and the mice are cold and bored in the cave. The things collected by Alfred bring us warmth, happiness and poetry. When the friends praised alfo as a poet, he just said shyly: I think so, too.
Look, little vole, Alfred is so cute! He has his own unique ideas. Every sentence he says is full of poetry, which makes the whole story warm and wonderful.