Chapter 4 Silent forest

Long, long ago, there was a mountain forest full of yews and clover star grass, and there lived three tenants—a magician, a fortuneteller and a witch.But there was no sound in the forest—not even the sound of sprouting or breathing.Plants believe that the voice that cannot be uttered is language; magicians, fortune tellers and witches think that their own power is already a great language that cannot be expressed by sound!Therefore, it is called "Silent Mountain Forest". After a long time, Silent Mountain Forest moved in a new tenant—the elf Shuge.Juge was born a child who could sing, and she already had the singing voices of insects, birds, grass trees, wind and rain, and girls before they even opened their voices.Therefore, since the little guy moved into the forest, the long-sleeping voice cells of the old tenants were all awakened.

"Today," at dawn, Juge stood on the roof of the fortune-teller and announced, "I want to sing for the fortune-teller!" She ignored the tense face of the fortune-teller beside her, and opened her mouth to blow out a string of green notes: White misty sky~white misty cloud~white misty light wraps us as a baby To the place of the future ~ to the place of the future While the sky is showing signs of dawn, while the world has only opened its eyes Yay yay~ Climb up your apple tree!Your pirate ship!Your swan is on its back! There are all the houses, babble! Climb!Go find that wooden house, mother's face is reflected in the screen window

In the future, in the white sky, the white clouds, and the white light... The singing of Shuge goes into the sky and into the crystal ball of the fortune-teller to see the future.Miserable!The fortune-teller lowered his face: Doesn't this little guy know that the future should be invisible in the crystal ball, so that no one can see through it?How could she sing it all at once!Very boring! During tea time, Juge stood on the witch's roof, threw a beam to the warm sunshine and announced: "I want to sing for the witch!" The witch didn't bother to listen to Juge. A large piece of seed is planted, and Juge immediately sprinkles a string of green notes:

Scatter, scatter, beauty grows from beautiful seeds Alas, the wavy seeds grow ribbons—the beauty of wrinkles!There is a smell of wind and snow ~ across the vicissitudes of life Oh, the seeds of the aperture have folds--the beauty of dimples!Like the sunset glow in memory ~ brighter than pearl flowers Alas, the seeds of the spark grow the pages—the glaring beauty!There is the flame of battle ~ raising the wings of the phoenix Scatter and scatter, beautiful seeds give birth to beauty; the material of my daughter's house is a magical thing, long and long... Shuge's song ran to the sun and fell to the witch's soil where secrets were brewing.dizzy dizzy!The witch hung her shoulders: This little guy doesn't know that beauty will live in a secret, no one can guess!She actually sang it all at once, which is a pity!

That night.The magician walked through the silent mountains and forests, looking for magic in every corner.Juge ignored the displeasure in his eyes, followed outside for a few laps, and when she returned to the forest and stood on the roof of the magician, she announced again: "I want to sing for the magician!" Then came a string of green notes: Magic ~ magic ~ not in the palm not in the heart where?where?look at the dirt ~ look at the stone Magic～Magic～is not in the fairy tale book, not in the grandpa's sunflower fan where?where?First arrive at the bottle cap of despair ~ first arrive at the gap of despair and stand a stick

The stone knocked open the little shepherd boy ~ The soil dug out the rainbow road The drum at the mouth of the bottle has become peacock grass, and the stick in the gap has become a white mulberry tree... The singing of Juge brightens the night and also illuminates the magician's palm and the depths of his heart.Oops!The magician tapped his forehead: This little guy thinks that magic is not submerged in nature and the magician, and he can sing it all at once!She doesn't know what magic is! ... How long has it been like this?Anyway, one day I couldn’t hold back anymore, the magician, fortune-teller, and witch asked Juge: "Why do you keep singing?!" Juge was taken aback for a moment, and then exclaimed in surprise: "Wow, you can talk now! !" The three old tenants rolled their eyes, "Of course! We can not only talk, but also the songs you sing! The question is, since we all know what you sing, why do you keep singing?" They asked again, and the people on the side Yew and clover stargrass are quieter than usual, waiting for an answer.

It seems that a century has passed, and finally came a small but firm answer: "Through sound, the world can know magic, beauty and the future, and then find itself!" With Juge's words, Qinglingling's breathing could be heard in the entire silent mountain forest.The lips of magicians, fortune tellers and witches squirmed slightly, as if poetry sprouted on the tip of their tongues.This word brought a gust of wind, woo-woo, and made the leaves of the yew lift up the piccolo; a gust of rain, dong-dong, wet the star grass and shook its stars; it also attracted a bird, cheep-cheep , a leaf slowly fell from its mouth, and reunited with the clover.