What does the fairy tale Hao Han Bird tell us?

The fairy tale Hao Han Bird tells us to make long-term plans and take care of the overall situation. You can't just look at the immediate interests, but work hard to create a better life.

Hao Han bird, a fairy tale, mainly tells the story that Hao Han birds are warm in autumn, don't nest, don't listen to magpies, sleep all day or go out to play, and freeze to death in cold winter. When the weather is fine, magpies make a warm nest.

From magpies, we can also learn the quality of diligence. It is not lazy like Hao Han bird, but it nests in sunny autumn, with foresight and action. In addition, magpies have repeatedly advised Hao Han birds to nest early before winter comes, which is also a kind quality.

From the conversation between the Hao Han bird and the magpie, a few words revealed the lazy and unambitious nature of the Hao Han bird, such as sleeping when the sun is high and muddling along when the weather is warm. Hao Han bird has repeatedly mentioned that it will nest tomorrow, which shows that procrastination is hard to correct, so it finally freezes to death in a crack in the rock. The story of Hao Han Bird tells us that those who have no long-term troubles must have recent troubles.

Extended data

"Birds in Hao Han" is a newly selected text in the first volume of Chinese Grade Two (20 17 Autumn Revision) published by People's Education Press. It was adapted from folklore, and was first seen in Tao's Record of Dropping out of Farming in Nancun. The original text is as follows:

There is a bird called Hao Han Bug in Wutai Mountain. Four feet, fleshy wings, can't fly, and its dung is dung. In midsummer, the literary talent is gorgeous, so I said to myself, "Phoenix is not as good as me." Compared with the deep winter, when the hair falls off, it is as dull as a chicken, so it says to itself, "muddle along."

Translation:

There is a kind of bird called Hao Hanchong on Wutai Mountain. It has four feet, fleshy wings and can't fly. Its feces are trogopterori. In the hot summer, its feather texture is colorful and gorgeous, so it cries, "Phoenix is not as good as me." It's cold in the middle of winter, and the feathers fall off. The little rope is like a chicken and cries, "Muddle along."