family tales: When the Apple and the Moon Whisper
Little Black Bear’s mother had been gravely ill for two days, and then she passed away.
The little black bear, now all alone, missed his only relative very much—his grandmother, the black bear.
He had seen his grandmother a long, long time ago when he was very young. That was back in his hometown, a place called Apple Mountain Village. Later, he and his mother moved far away and never returned to see his grandmother again.
He didn’t know where Apple Mountain Village was; he didn’t even know what his grandmother’s name was, what she looked like, or if she was still alive.
The little black bear missed his hometown and his grandmother deeply. He was determined to find his only remaining relative, his grandmother.
He packed some food, took his beloved guitar, and set off on his journey to find his hometown.
Along the way, he sang the songs his mother had taught him since he was little, along with songs he had composed himself. His singing helped him make many friends who were willing to help him and point out the way to Apple Mountain Village.
When he arrived at Apple Mountain Village, it was the season when apples were ripening. The trees surrounding the village were laden with apples. Scattered throughout the village were rows of small wooden houses.
The little black bear had no idea which house his grandmother lived in. Besides, his grandmother wouldn’t recognize him; how would she know that he was her little grandson?
The little black bear was a bit perplexed.
At that moment, his hand accidentally brushed against the guitar he was carrying, and the strings made a soft, low sound.
Suddenly, the little black bear remembered a song he had learned when he was young. His mother had taught it to him, saying that her mother had taught it to her when she was little.
Facing a row of small wooden houses, the little black bear stood under a large apple tree, plucked the guitar strings, and began to sing:
“When the apple and the moon whisper,
The air is filled with
A rich, sweet fragrance.
At that moment—
How beautiful my hometown is…”
For some reason, as if someone had cast a spell, every window in the wooden houses opened, and heads poked out—rabbits, squirrels, porcupines, frogs, and ducklings…
Among them was an old black bear. As she listened, tears streamed down her face.
The old black bear, trembling, ran out and asked the little black bear, “Who taught you to sing this song?”
“My mother learned it from my grandmother when she was a child. Later, my mother taught me this song,” answered the little black bear.
“Then, are you my little grandson, Little Apple?” Grandma asked, her voice filled with excitement.
For the first time since his mother passed away, the little black bear heard someone call him by his nickname, “Little Apple.”
He hugged his grandmother and began to cry.
At that moment, all the residents of the village gathered around. They were thrilled that the little black bear had found his grandmother using such a clever method. Everyone wanted the little black bear to teach them the song, for it was a song of their hometown. No matter how far they traveled or how long they were apart, they would always be able to find their way home and reunite with their loved ones through this song.
So, in the evening at Apple Mountain Village, the little black bear strummed his guitar, and all the villagers sang together:
“When the apple and the moon whisper,
The air is filled with
A rich, sweet fragrance.
At that moment—
How beautiful my hometown is…”
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
