The sound slowly reached the ears of the clay pot. When the earthenware pot heard the faint sound of the tin pot, it said to people, "My brother in the tin pot is below, please dig it out." People listened and immediately dug down.
Finally, people dug deep and found the tin can. Seeing the pottery jar, the tin jar lowered its head and said, "I'm sorry, brother pottery jar, I shouldn't mock you, because I also have my shortcomings and you also have your strengths." Let's live in harmony in the future. " Hearing this, the clay pot smiled and said, "Never mind, don't mention the past, I completely forgot."
So pots and pans got on the bus to the museum.
They talked and laughed all the way, and there was no conflict again. Finally, they were put on the cabinet of the museum. For people to appreciate.
Once upon a time, there was such a story, pottery pots and tin cans.
Allegory of Pottery and Tin Pot 2 There are two pens in the little boy's pencil box. One is a pen and the other is a pencil. A proud pen looks down on a pencil and often mocks it.
"Do you dare to break me? I am the master's baby! " The pen asked haughtily.
"I dare not, Brother Pen." The pencil answered modestly.
"I knew you wouldn't dare, weak thing!" Pan said in a more contemptuous tone.
"I really dare not beat you, but I am not weak." The pencil argued, "We were born to write, not to fight. When it comes to writing, I'm not necessarily worse than you. Besides ... "
"Shut up!" The pen is angry. "How dare you compare with me! You wait, before long, you will be cut short and turned into a pile of paper scraps! I am always here, I am not afraid of anything. "
"Why do you say that?" The pencil said, "Let's live in harmony. What is there to argue about? "
"I'm ashamed to be with you. What are you! " The pen said, "We'll see, one day the master will cut you into pen crumbs!" " "
Pencils ignore pens.
Time is passing, and many things have happened at home. When the boy went to junior high school, his parents moved, and two pens were left in the empty house, covered with a thick layer of dust.
Many years have passed. One day, someone moved in to clean the dust on the table. They found the pencil, and the child was very happy. He put it away.
"Thank you!" The pencil said excitedly, "My brother's pen is nearby, please put it away!" " "
People found the pen, but it was broken.
Myth of pottery and tin cans 3 There are two cars in Dad's garage, a dusty bike and a shiny car. A proud car looks down on a bicycle and often mocks it.
"Do you dare to touch me? Classic car. " The car asked haughtily.
"No, Brother Che." Bicycle replied modestly.
"I knew you wouldn't dare, coward." The car said in a more contemptuous tone.
"I really dare not touch you, but I am not cowardly." Bicycle argued, "We were born to serve mankind. They won't collide with each other. When it comes to serving mankind, I can still exercise, and I am not necessarily worse than you. "
"Shut up!" The car is angry. "How can you compare with me? You wait, you will rust in a few days, I will always be the owner's car, and I am not afraid of anything. "
"Why do you say that?" The bike said, "Let's get along well. What is there to argue about? "
"I'm ashamed to be with you. What are you! " The car said, "One day. I'm going to break you into pieces. "
Bicycles ignore cars.
As time went by, people found that there were too many cars on the road, which polluted the environment, so they began to limit the number. Dad was stumped at once. He came to the garage and saw the bike by the wall. He suddenly became very happy, so he stopped driving and rode a bike.
Later, my father's health improved day by day. It turns out that riding a bike can keep fit. Finally, my father put his car in the corner and rode his bike to work every day.
Myth of Pot and Pot 4 There are two pots in The King's Chef: one is pottery and the other is iron. The proud tin pot looks down on the clay pot and often mocks it.
"Do you dare to touch me? Pottery pot! " Tin cans asked haughtily.
"Dare not, Brother Xican." The modest clay pot replied.
"I knew you wouldn't dare, coward!" The tin box assumed a contemptuous look.
"I really dare not touch you, but it can't be called cowardice." The clay pot proudly said, "Our task is to take things, not to collide with each other." I am not necessarily inferior to you in fulfilling our duties. Besides ... "
"Shut up!" Tin can angrily drink a way, "how dare you compare with me! You wait, in a few days, you will die in pieces! I am always here, I am not afraid of anything. "
"Why do you say that?" Pottery pot said. "We'd better get along. What are we arguing about? "
"I'm ashamed to be with you. What are you! " The tin can said, "Let's wait and see. One day, you will become one! " "
The clay pot was ignored.
Time goes by, and many things have happened in the world. The dynasty fell and the palace collapsed. Two pots were left in the ruins. The surface of history is full of dregs and dust, century after century.
I don't know how many years passed. Finally, one day, people came here, dug up a thick pile and found the clay pot.
"Yo, here's a jar!" One person said in surprise.
"Really, a clay pot!" Others also cried with joy.
Everyone picked up the clay pot, brushed off the soil and scrubbed it clean, just like when they were in the chef: simple, beautiful and shiny with black glaze.
"What a beautiful clay pot!" One man said, "Be careful, don't break it. It is old and valuable. "
"Thank you!" The pottery jar said excitedly, "My brother's tin jar is next to me. Please dig it out. It must be boring enough. "
People set out at once, tossed and turned, and dug up all the soil. However, there is no shadow of the tin can. -It, I don't know when it was oxidized. Only a few rusty pieces of iron were found, and it was impossible to tell whether they were fragments of tin cans.
It's wrong to compare your strengths with others' weaknesses, and others will have something better than you.
Allegory of Pottery and Tin Pot 5. There are two pens, a pen and a pencil in Xiaoli's pencil box. Proud pens look down on pencils and often laugh at them.
"Don't you dare touch me, little pencil!" The pen asked haughtily.
"I dare not, Brother Pen." Pencil modest answer.
"I knew you wouldn't dare, coward!" Pan said in a more contemptuous tone.
"I really dare not touch you, but I am not cowardly." The pencil argued, "We were born to write, and we didn't collide with each other. When it comes to writing, I'm not necessarily worse than you, let alone ... "
"Shut up!" The pen is angry. "How dare you compare with me! You wait, in a few days, you will be short, and I can stay here forever, not afraid of anything! "
"Why do you say that?" The pencil said, "We live in harmony, what's there to argue about!" " "
"I'm ashamed to be with you. What are you! " The pen said, "We'll see. One day, I will turn you into a pen with a pencil sharpener! " Ha ha laugh ... "
Pencils ignore pens.
Time is passing, and many things have happened in Xiaoli's home. Two pens seem to have been forgotten, lying alone in the pencil box. Many years passed, and suddenly one day Xiaoli found a dusty pencil box in the corner of the drawer. When she opened it, she saw a pencil intact.
"Hey, this is a pencil I have never used!" Xiaoli said in surprise.
"Really, an unused pencil!" Xiaoli's mother was also surprised to say.
Pick up the pencil, touch the pencil body and sharpen it. It is still so bright, beautiful and lovely. ...
"What a beautiful pencil!" Xiaoli said, "Be careful, don't break it. It's something I used when I was a child. Very precious! " "
"Thank you, Master!" The pencil said happily, "My brother's pen will also help him clean it. He will be very happy!" " "
Xiaoli began to work at once. At this time, the pen was already rusty, and no matter how she cleaned it, she couldn't see its original appearance.
The fable of clay pots and tin cans 6 Once upon a time, there was a big tree in the park. That mighty tree stands upright in the middle of the park, and its roots are hidden deep underground, unknown.
With more and more people praising trees, trees look down on underground roots and begin to ridicule them.
"Hey, old thing, are you as good as me?" The tree asked haughtily.
"Well, how do you say it? Everyone has different functions and uses, Big Tree Brother. " The roots said modestly.
"Are you still useful? Haha, what's your use? Ugly, unsightly things! " The tree said sarcastically, with a more contemptuous tone.
"Although I am buried in the ground, and my appearance is not beautiful, I can help you in the ground-"The words of the roots are not finished.
"Shut up!" The tree is angry. "How dare you stick to me? I can bloom colorful flowers in spring, let people enjoy the cool in my shade in summer and bear fruit in autumn. My body can be used as furniture, bridges and boats. What can you do? You wait, in a few days, you will die quietly, no one will care about you, but I will always be here, loved and praised by people. "
The root of the tree was sad and said nothing.
Slowly, the root of unhappiness died. Soon the leaves of the tree withered, the branches became dry and hard, and the tree was dying. He said regretfully, "if only I had known the importance of tree roots to me earlier!" " "