Once upon a time, there was a trumpet bird. It had beautiful feathers. But he's very proud. I play around with Phoenix all day. One day, when the trumpet bird was playing, the sparrow said, "the trumpet bird, winter is coming, how can you not make a nest?". "It's still spring, it's still early for winter," said the trumpet Spring, summer, autumn and winter are coming soon. The birds are hiding in their nests for the winter. Only the frigid bird hid in the rock crack and called "cold, cold, cold to death". "By tomorrow, I must build a house," the trumpet said to itself. The next day, the sun came out, and the trumpet birds played around again. He forgot yesterday's cold. He sang "the sun is warm, the sun is warm". At night, the frigid bird hid in the crack of the rock, as cold as the first day. At last, the trumpet bird was frozen to death in the crack of the rock.
Children should never learn from the lazy style of the trumpet bird. Everything should be ready for tomorrow.