Children's stories 3-6 years old, short with Pinyin

Answer 1

The Story of a Kite

pān dí xióng chéng zhǎng jì zhī yī zhī fēng zhēng
Pan Di Xiong Cheng Chang Ji, A Guzheng

wēi fēng qīng qīng de chuī fú，cǎo dì shàng de hái zi men zài bēn pǎo，shǒu lǐ de xì xì cháng cháng de xiàn，qiān zhe yī gè fēng zhēng。
The wind blew gently, and the children on the grass ran, holding a zither with a thin string in their hands.

“kuài kàn，yuè lái yuè gāo le，nà fēng zhēng fēi de zhēn gāo ya!”
"Look, it's getting higher and higher. That zither is flying really high!"

“shì ya，shì ya，bǐ gāo lóu huán yào gāo。”
"Yes, yes, it's even taller than a tall building."

“shì ya，shì ya，kàn tā yuè lái yuè xiǎo le。”
"Yeah, yeah, look at it getting smaller and smaller."

“bù zhī dào tā néng bù néng fēi dào yuè liàng de huái bào lǐ？”
"I wonder if it can fly into Yue Liang's arms?"

hái zi men yī yán yī yǔ de tǎo lùn zhe。fēng zhēng zé kāi xīn de xiǎng shòu zhe zàn shǎng bān de tǎo lùn。
The children discussed. Meanwhile, Feng Zheng was happily enjoying the discussion of praise.

“nǐ shuō tā huì bǐ xiǎo niǎo fēi de gāo me？”yī gè xiǎo hái wèn dào。
"Do you think it will fly higher than the little bird?" A child asked.

dàn shì méi rén zhī dào dá àn。fēng zhēng tīng le，bù jìn yě zì wǒ yí huò：“wǒ nán dào bù bǐ xiǎo niǎo fēi de gāo？”
But no one knew the answer. Hearing this, Feng Zheng couldn't help but feel puzzled."I can't fly higher than the little bird?"

zhèng dāng fēng zhēng yù mèn de shí hou，fēi lái le yī zhī xiǎo niǎo。
When the guzheng was gloomy, a small bird flew over.

“wǒ shuō，xiǎo niǎo péng yǒu，nǐ fēi de gāo huán shì wǒ fēi de gāo？”fēng zhēng wèn dào。
"Little bird friend, are you flying higher or am I flying higher?" Feng Zheng asked.

dàn shì xiǎo niǎo méi yǒu huí dá，jī jī zhā zhā jiào le jǐ shēng hòu fēi zǒu le。
But the little bird did not answer. It chirped a few times and flew away.

kàn zhe lái qù zì rú de xiǎo niǎo，fēng zhēng nèi xīn fēi cháng xiàn mù。
Looking at the little bird that came and went freely, Feng Zheng was very envious.

“wǒ yào shì néng xiàng xiǎo niǎo yī yàng gāi duō hǎo，zì yóu zì zài，huán kě yǐ fēi de gāo。”
"If only I could be like a little bird. I could be by myself and fly high."

fēng zhēng kāi shǐ mái yuàn qǐ zhè gēn xì xì de xiàn，shù fù le zì jǐ de zì yóu。
The guzheng began to bury this fine thread, binding its own freedom.

fēng zhēng chuí tóu sàng qì qǐ lái，dǎo zhì bù gòu zhuān xīn，fēi de hū gāo hū dī，hū zuǒ hū yòu，shèn zhì huán guà zài shù shàng。
The wind zither hung its head and rose in a sad mood. It was not concentrated enough. It flew high and low, left and right, and even hung on the tree.

zhè shí zài bù gāi，hái zi men duì tā yǒu yì jiàn le。
This really shouldn't be the case. The children were interested in it.

zhōng yú，yǒu yī tiān kuáng fēng zhà qǐ，chuī de fēng zhēng gǔ gǔ de，yuè fēi yuè gāo。
Finally, one day, a strong wind blew, blowing the guzheng higher and higher.

jiù zài zhè shí，“pā”de yī shēng xiǎng，xì xì de xiàn duàn le，fēng zhēng zì yóu le!
At this moment, a "pa" sound was heard. The thin thread broke and the guzheng was free!

fēng yuè lái yuè dà，fēng zhēng jiù fēi de yù lái yù gāo，shèn zhì bù zhī dào hé chù。
The wind grew stronger and stronger, and the zither flew higher and higher, so high that it was unknown where it was going.

dàn shì tā shì nà me kāi xīn，nà me zì yóu! fēi ya fēi，tā gǎn jué zì jǐ jiù xiàng yī pǐ tuō jiāng de yě mǎ，méi yǒu jū shù。
But it was so open, so free! Flying and flying, it felt like a wild horse that had been released from its reins.

hái zi men yě gù bù shàng fēng zhēng le，bù zhī dào tā fēi xiàng hé chù，zhǐ hǎo gè zì huí jiā qù duǒ bì fēng yǔ。
The children did not care about the guzheng anymore. They did not know where it was flying to, so they could only go home to hide from the wind and rain.

tiān yuè lái yuè hēi le，ér fēng bù zhǐ，fēng zhēng màn màn jiù gǎn jué hài pà，“wǒ dào dǐ huì bèi chuī dào nǎ lǐ qù？”
The sky was getting darker and the wind was not stopping. Feng Zheng felt scared."Where will I be blown to?"

tā xiàn zài hěn ào huǐ，yào shì yǒu nà gēn xì xì de xiàn qiān zhù gāi duō hǎo ne。
It was very regretful now. If only there was that thin thread holding it.

hái zi men jiù zài yě méi jiàn dào zhè gè fēng zhēng le。
The children never saw Feng Zheng again.

qí shí，zhēn zhèng de zì yóu yuán zì wǒ men de nèi xīn de mǎn zú，zài zì jǐ de néng lì fàn wéi nèi qù huò de，bù yào hào gāo wù yuǎn，zǒng xiǎng zhe qù pān bǐ，zuì zhōng shāng hài dào de huán shì zì jǐ。
In fact, true freedom comes from the satisfaction of our hearts. If we obtain it within our own abilities, we should not aim too high and always want to climb up. In the end, we will still hurt ourselves.

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