Today I will tell you a story. The name of the story is filial piety.
Zilu was born in the state of Lu at the end of the spring and Autumn period. Among Confucius' disciples, he was famous for his political affairs. Especially famous for bravery. But when Zilu was young, his family was very poor, and he lived on coarse grain and wild vegetables for years.
Once, the old parents wanted to eat rice, but there was no rice at home. What should I do? Zi Lu thought that if he went over several mountains to borrow rice from relatives, would he not be able to meet his parents' requirements?
So, xiaozilu walked more than ten miles across the mountains and mountains. He carried back a small bag of rice from his relatives' home. Seeing his parents eat delicious rice, Zilu forgot his fatigue. The neighbors praised Zilu as a brave and filial child.
Today, I'm going to tell you a story.
英 ['stɔːri] 美 ['stɔːri]
例句：The story stirred her sympathy.
英 [tel] 美 [tel]
例句：It's very kind of you to tell me the truth.
A hare jeered at a tortoise for the slowness of his pace .But he laughed ,and said that he would run against her and beat her any day she would name ."Come on ," said the hare ,"you will soon see what my feet are made of ."So it was agreed that they should start at once .the tortoise went off jogging along ,without a moment's stopping ,at his usual steady pace .the hare treating the whole matter very lightly ,said he would first take a little nap ,and that she should soon overtake the tortoise .meanwhile ,the tortoise plodded on ,and the hare ,oversleeping herself ,arrived at the goal ,only to see that the tortoise had got in before her .
Slow and steady wins the race.
The Hare and the Tortoise
H: Good morning, Mr. Tortoise.
T: Oh, it's you, Mr. Hare. Good morning!
H: What are you doing?
T: I'm running.
H: Running? Ha ha ha!
Can you run? Your legs are too short!
T: Of course I can.
H: My legs are long. I can run faster than you.
T: Don't be so sure.
H: Well then. Let's run to the tall tree over there. Let's see who can get there first.
T: All right. Ready? Go!
Storyteller: Tortoise goes very slowly. But Mr. Hare runs very fast. Soon he comes to a small tree.
H: Where is Mr. Tortoise? Aha! There he is. He's far behind me. How slow he is! Mmm, it's so hot! Here is a tree. I'll have a short sleep first.
T: Oh, hi is sleeping under the tree there. But I can't stop. I must go on.
H: Ah! What a nice sleep! Let me go on. Oh, where's Mr. Tortoise? Where is he now? I must hurry.
Storyteller: Soon he runs to.