多年以后,又是一个冬天的早晨,农夫推着一车苹果去集市上卖。在乡间泥泞不堪的路上,一不小心,他一脚踏进了泥坑里,车上的苹果也撒了一地。他一边懊恼地捡着地上的苹果,一边气急败坏地咒骂着这该死的路。忽然,他听到一个细微的声音:“救救我,救救我……”这声音来自不远的地方,他小心地向路边的枯草丛走去,一条长着黑 Years later, on the same winter morning, the farmer pushed an apple car to the market. In the muddy country road, accidentally, he stepped into the pit, the car apples also sprinkled. He cursed this damn way angrily while picking up the apples on the ground with annoyance. Suddenly, he heard a subtle voice: “Save me, save me ... ” This sound came from a short distance, he carefully walked to the roadside grassy, ​​a black