Japan's classic folk story: furry aircraft

there's a clean and clean little house next to a small town down the hill.

the house was housing an old grandmother with silver hair.

grandma was alone and she always stood in the window at the rise of the moon, looking far away in the city.

because in the city, there was her son and grandson.

grandma's grandkids are so cute, they have a fat face, and the stars always blink.

every time i see grandma, my grandson opens his mouth and says, "grandma, grandma." grandma hasn't seen her grandson in almost a year.

she misses him very, very much.

grandma thought she'd have to go to town to see her grandson if it was convenient.

in the daytime, grandma's gonna be sitting in a vine chair and knitting.

her knitting skills were excellent, and some neighbours would use the line to make her knit her clothes, gloves, hats and even chair mats.

as long as people can say something, grandma can knit it out.

this morning, her neighbour said, “autumn is coming, and it's hard to see a flower in the garden dying.” grandma said, "don't worry, i'll knit you some pretty flowers, and they'll be open in your garden in the fall and winter." grandmother asked her little black cat to help, rounded up a bunch of five-bit fur wireballs.

then she made her petals of red, yellow, blue, and leaves of green, green and dark, and a beautiful flower was then in the hands of her grandmother.

one night, a beautiful butterfly was pounced in grandma's window.

it's almost autumn and the butterflies are getting smaller and they can't withstand the colder weather.

grandma opened the window and put the butterfly in.

the warmth in the house immediately raised the spirit of the butterfly, which was dancing around grandma.

"what a beautiful butterfly!" grandmother was shocked, and she was like, "i'm going to knit a butterfly shawl and get warm in winter." grandma looked carefully at the beautiful bouquet on the wings of the butterfly, and immediately she had a butterfly shawl in her heart.

so she immediately took out the needles and the hairlines, and woven them with a sharp needle.

because she's always thinking about the wings of butterflies, she feels like she wants the shawl to fly.

at first, grandma didn't care.

she thought it was just a feeling.

but then, the more weaves in, the lighter the shawl on grandma's hand, the more it really went up.

it's never happened before.

grandma's got two legs on her back so she can keep knitting.

but without looking, her legs were loose, something unexpected happened — the shawl suddenly flew up to the ceiling.

"it's so strange! this shawl really flies like a butterfly." grandma's in shock and joy.

it's the first time she's knitted something.

grandma pulled out the hairline and pulled the shawl off the ceiling.

and then she went over and over and over and over and over again, and she started thinking a new way: "i knit a butterfly shawl and flyWhat if I knit a plane? Would it be like this one, flying higher and further? If that were the case, I could fly to the city and see my grandson." Grandma thought of it and almost jumped.

She immediately found a chair, bamboo pole, rope and tarpaulin in her home and set up a little “airplane” shelf.

It then sat down quietly and began to weave the wings of the aircraft。