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by ๋ฃฐ๋ผ๋น„์ฆˆ๐Ÿ‘ถ 2024. 8. 14.

ํฌ๊ณ  ํ”๋“ค๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋‚˜๋ฌด๋“ค๋กœ ๋‘˜๋Ÿฌ์‹ธ์ธ ํ‰ํ™”๋กœ์šด ์ดˆ์›์— ์œŒ๋กœ์šฐ๋ผ๋Š” ์ž‘์€ ํ† ๋ผ๊ฐ€ ์‚ด๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์œŒ๋กœ์šฐ๋Š” ๋†€๊ณ  ํƒํ—˜ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์ข‹์•„ํ–ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ€์žฅ ์ข‹์•„ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์€ ๋ฐ”๋žŒ์ด ๋‚˜๋ฌด ์‚ฌ์ด๋กœ ์†์‚ญ์ด๋Š” ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋“ฃ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

๋ฐ”๋žŒ์ด ๋ถ€๋Š” ์–ด๋Š ๋‚  ์˜คํ›„, ์œŒ๋กœ์šฐ๋Š” ๋ฐ”๋žŒ์ด ์ž์‹ ์˜ ์ด๋ฆ„์„ ๋ถ€๋ฅด๋Š” ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋“ค์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. "๋ฒ„๋“œ๋‚˜๋ฌด, ๋ฒ„๋“œ๋‚˜๋ฌด." ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์€ ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ์†์‚ญ์˜€๋‹ค. ๊ถ๊ธˆํ•ด์„œ ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๊ท€๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ์šธ์—ฌ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋”ฐ๋ผ๊ฐ”์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ์ดˆ์› ๊ฐ€์žฅ์ž๋ฆฌ์— ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์ด ๋‹ค๊ฐ€๊ฐ€์ž ๋ฐ”๋žŒ์ด ๊ทธ๋…€ ์ฃผ์œ„๋ฅผ ํœ˜์ “๊ณ  ๋‚˜๋ญ‡์žŽ ๋ช‡ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๊ณต์ค‘์œผ๋กœ ๋“ค์–ด์˜ฌ๋ ค ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฌ์šด ๋‚˜์„ ํ˜• ์ถค์„ ์ถ”์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ฐ”๋žŒ์ด ๋‚˜๋ญ‡์žŽ์„ ๊ฐ€์ง€๊ณ  ๋†€๋ฉด์„œ ๋‚„๋‚„๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค.

"๋ชจํ—˜์„ ๋– ๋‚˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ๋‹ˆ, ์œŒ๋กœ์šฐ?" ๋ฐ”๋žŒ์ด ๋ฌผ์—ˆ๋‹ค.

์œŒ๋กœ์šฐ์˜ ๋ˆˆ์ด ํฅ๋ถ„์œผ๋กœ ์ปค์กŒ๋‹ค. "๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์–ด๋””๋กœ ๋ฐ๋ ค๊ฐˆ ๊ฑด๊ฐ€์š”?" ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ๋ฌผ์—ˆ๋‹ค.

"๊ฐ€์žฅ ์šฉ๊ฐํ•˜๊ณ  ์นœ์ ˆํ•œ ๋งˆ์Œ๋งŒ์ด ๊ฐˆ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ณณ์œผ๋กœ." ๋ฐ”๋žŒ์ด ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. "๋‚ด ๋ฐ”๋žŒ์„ ๋ถ™์žก์•„๋ผ. ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ณด์—ฌ์ค„๊ฒŒ."

์•ฝ๊ฐ„์˜ ๋ฏฟ์Œ์„ ๊ฐ–๊ณ  ์œŒ๋กœ์šฐ๋Š” ์ž”์ž”ํ•œ ๋ฐ”๋žŒ์˜ ํ๋ฆ„ ์†์œผ๋กœ ๋›ฐ์–ด๋“ค์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์€ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๋“ค์–ด์˜ฌ๋ ค ์ดˆ์›์„ ๋„˜์–ด ๋‚˜๋ฌด๋ฅผ ์ง€๋‚˜ ์œŒ๋กœ์šฐ๊ฐ€ ์ง€๊ธˆ๊นŒ์ง€ ๋ณธ ๊ฒƒ ์ค‘ ๊ฐ€์žฅ ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ค์šด ๊ฝƒ์ด ๊ฐ€๋“ํ•œ ์ˆจ๊ฒจ์ง„ ๊ณตํ„ฐ์— ๋„๋‹ฌํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ๋“ค์€ ๋ฌด์ง€๊ฐœ์˜ ์˜จ๊ฐ– ์ƒ‰๊น”๋กœ ๋น›๋‚ฌ๊ณ , ๊ทธ ํ–ฅ๊ธฐ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ์ƒ์ƒํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ์–ด๋–ค ๊ฒƒ๋ณด๋‹ค ๋” ๋‹ฌ์ฝคํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

๋ฐ”๋žŒ์ด ์œŒ๋กœ์šฐ๋ฅผ ๊ณตํ„ฐ ํ•œ๊ฐ€์šด๋ฐ๋กœ ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๋ ค ๋†“์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. "์ด๊ฑด ๋งˆ๋ฒ•์˜ ๊ฝƒ์ด์—์š”." ๋ฐ”๋žŒ์ด ์„ค๋ช…ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. "๋งˆ์Œ์ด ์ˆœ์ˆ˜ํ•œ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์„ ์œ„ํ•ด์„œ๋งŒ ํ”ผ์–ด๋‚ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋“ค์˜ ๋งˆ๋ฒ•์€ ํ•„์š”ํ•œ ๋ชจ๋“  ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์—๊ฒŒ ํ‰ํ™”์™€ ํ–‰๋ณต์„ ๊ฐ€์ ธ๋‹ค ์ค„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค."

์œŒ๋กœ์šฐ๋Š” ๋†€๋ž๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๋ฌด์—‡์„ ํ•ด์•ผ ํ• ์ง€ ์ •ํ™•ํžˆ ์•Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๋น›๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ฝƒ ๋ช‡ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ์กฐ์‹ฌ์Šค๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ๋ชจ์•˜๊ณ , ๋ฐ”๋žŒ์ด ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ์ง‘์œผ๋กœ ๋ฐ๋ ค๊ฐ”์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋‚  ์ €๋…, ์œŒ๋กœ์šฐ๋Š” ์นœ๊ตฌ ๋ฐ ๊ฐ€์กฑ๊ณผ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ๋งˆ๋ฒ•์˜ ๊ฝƒ์„ ๋‚˜๋ˆด์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฝƒ๋“ค์€ ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ณ  ํŽธ์•ˆํ•œ ๋น›์œผ๋กœ ์ดˆ์›์„ ๊ฐ€๋“ ์ฑ„์› ๊ณ  ๋ชจ๋‘๊ฐ€ ๋”ฐ๋œปํ•˜๊ณ  ํ‰ํ™”๋กœ์šด ํ–‰๋ณต์„ ๋Š๊ผˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋•Œ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ๋ฐ”๋žŒ์ด ์œŒ๋กœ์šฐ์—๊ฒŒ ์†์‚ญ์ผ ๋•Œ๋งˆ๋‹ค ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์ด์ œ ์ฃผ๋ณ€ ์„ธ๊ณ„์™€ ๋” ๋งŽ์€ ๋งˆ๋ฒ•๊ณผ ์นœ์ ˆ์„ ๋‚˜๋ˆ„์–ด์•ผ ํ•  ๋•Œ๋ผ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์•Œ์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

์ž˜ ์ž์š”, ๋ชฝ์ƒ๊ฐ€ ์—ฌ๋Ÿฌ๋ถ„. ์นœ์ ˆํ•จ๊ณผ ์šฉ๊ฐํ•œ ๋งˆ์Œ์ด ๋‹น์‹ ์„ ๊ฐ€์žฅ ๋งˆ๋ฒ• ๊ฐ™์€ ๊ณณ์œผ๋กœ ๋ฐ๋ ค๊ฐˆ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๊ธฐ์–ตํ•˜์„ธ์š”. ์˜ค๋Š˜ ๋ฐค ๋ฐ”๋žŒ์ด ๋‹น์‹ ์„ ๋‹ฌ์ฝคํ•œ ๊ฟˆ์œผ๋กœ ์ธ๋„ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ํ•ด์ฃผ์„ธ์š”.

 

Willow and the Magic Wind
 

In a peaceful meadow surrounded by tall, swaying trees, there lived a little rabbit named Willow. Willow loved to play and explore, but her favorite thing was to listen to the wind as it whispered through the trees.

One breezy afternoon, Willow heard the wind call her name. "Willow, Willow," it whispered softly. Curious, she perked up her ears and followed the sound.

As she hopped closer to the edge of the meadow, the wind swirled around her and lifted a few leaves into the air, forming a gentle, spiraling dance. The wind seemed to giggle as it played with the leaves.

"Would you like to go on an adventure, Willow?" the wind asked.

Willow's eyes widened with excitement. "Where will you take me?" she asked.

"To a place where only the bravest and kindest hearts can go," the wind replied. "Hold on to my breeze, and I’ll show you."

With a little leap of faith, Willow hopped into the wind’s gentle current. It lifted her up, carrying her over the meadow and through the trees, until they reached a hidden clearing filled with the most beautiful flowers Willow had ever seen. They glowed in all colors of the rainbow, and their scent was sweeter than anything she could imagine.

The wind set Willow down gently in the middle of the clearing. "These are the Magic Blossoms," the wind explained. "They bloom only for those who are pure of heart. Their magic can bring peace and happiness to anyone who needs it."

Willow was amazed. She knew exactly what to do. She carefully gathered some of the glowing flowers, and the wind gently carried her back home.

That evening, Willow shared the Magic Blossoms with her friends and family. The flowers filled the meadow with their soft, comforting light, and everyone felt a warm, peaceful happiness.

From then on, whenever the wind whispered to Willow, she knew it was time to share more magic and kindness with the world around her.

Goodnight, little dreamers. Remember, kindness and a brave heart can lead you to the most magical places. Let the wind guide you to sweet dreams tonight.

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