I heard that the content of my explosion is not very understandable, that is, fairy tales.
It all starts with the story of Snow White.
The children pestered me to tell him stories, but I couldn't think of any stories for a while, so I began to tell the story of Snow White.
The little one was not sleepy at all, and I told me about Snow White being forced into the depths of the forest by the Vicious Queen, and he listened with relish.
I can only go on, and after talking about the seven dwarfs, it is the turn of the best part of the whole story, Snow White is poisoned, and the prince kisses and wakes up the princess.
Although I also know that children may not know what this means, as an old mother, I still Xi filter out this kind of plot, and then change the plot later in this story.
Snow White was poisoned by the queen of ** and had to collect seven different peculiar pollen to wake up Snow White.
There are exactly seven dwarfs, and time is of the essence, and they need to move separately. But the seven dwarfs had been working together for a long time, and they were not sure if they would be able to complete the task after separation, so they began to hesitate.
At this time, the hunter came here and learned about Snow White's situation, and he took the initiative to protect Snow White and prevent the Poison Queen from having the opportunity to harm Snow White.
The hunter tells the seven dwarfs that they must grow up and have the ability to take charge of their own lives so that they can help their companions when they are in danger.
With the encouragement of the hunters, the seven dwarfs set out on their own journeys.
They have experienced many things that they have not experienced before, and they have encountered many dangers, but each of them has been brave and has succeeded in finding the pollen.
When they put the seven kinds of pollen in the bowl, something magical happened, they fused into a wisp of floral fragrance and entered Snow White's body, and the next second Snow White woke up.
Before the story was finished, the child fell asleep.
Later, it was out of control, and every story was changed by me.
There are still myths and stories to tell in the future, and I don't need to change them.