Once upon a time, there was a man who cultivated a small piece of land with his father. Several times a year, they will pack vegetables.
Fill old ox carts and transport them to nearby cities for sale. Besides sharing the same surname and working in the same field,
There are not many similarities between father and son. Old people think there is no need to worry about everything, while young people have no patience, and the most
Ambitious.
One morning, they set up an ox cart, loaded the goods and started a long journey. The son thinks to them.
If you walk faster and travel day and night, you can reach the market early the next morning. So he kept pushing the ox cart with a stick,
Please hurry the animals.
"Take it easy, son," said the old man. "You will live longer."
"But if we get to the market before others, we have a better chance of selling a good price." The son retorted.
Father didn't answer, just pulled down his hat to cover his eyes and fell asleep in his seat. Young people are very unhappy.
Yue Yue urged the ox cart to go faster and faster, but stubbornly refused to slow down. They walked four miles and came to a small place.
In front of the house, my father woke up and said with a smile, "This is your uncle's house. Let's go in and say hello. "
"But we are already one hour behind schedule." The anxious son said.
"It doesn't matter if it is slow for a few minutes. My brother lives so close to me, but he seldom sees me.
noodle "The father answered slowly.
The son waited angrily until the two old people chatted slowly for an hour before leaving again.
Until the old man drove the ox cart. At a fork in the road, my father drove the ox cart to the right.
"The road on the left is shorter." The son said.
"I know," the old man replied, "but the road scenery here is much better."
"You don't care about time?" The young man said impatiently.
"Oh, of course I care, so I like to see the beautiful scenery and enjoy every moment."
The winding road runs through beautiful grasslands and wild flowers, and through a gurgling river.
None of the young people saw it. He was upset, absent-minded, anxious and didn't even pay attention.
What a beautiful sunset that day.
At dusk, they came to a wide and colorful garden. The old man inhaled the fragrant smell and listened to it.
The sound of the river stopped the ox cart. "Let's spend the night here." He said with a sigh.
"This is the last time I will accompany you," the son said angrily. "You are more interested in sunsets and smelling flowers than making money.
Interested! "
"By the way, that's the nicest thing you've said in a long time." Father said with a smile.
A few minutes later, he began to snore-his son stared at the stars in the sky. It was a long night, and his son had been snoring for a long time.
Can't sleep. Before dawn, the son woke up his father. They set off at once, walked about a mile and met another farmer.
Dave, a stranger, tried to pull the cow out of the ditch.
"Let's give him a hand." The old man whispered.
"Do you want to lose more time?" The son flew into a rage.
"Relax, son, one day you may fall into the ditch. We need to help people in need-
Forget that.
The son turned to look at one side angrily.
It was almost eight o'clock in the morning when another ox cart returned to the road. Suddenly, a bright light fell from the sky.
Light, and then it seems to be the sound of thunder. The sky behind the mountain turned dark.
"It seems that it is raining heavily in this city." The old man said.
"If we hurry, we'll have sold out by now." The son complained bitterly.
"Take it easy. . . . . . In this way, you will live longer and you will enjoy life more. " Kind old man
People advised.
In the morning, they walked to the mountain overlooking the city. Standing there, watching for a long time, the two of them
No talking. Finally, the young man put his hand on the old man's arm and pressed it hard.
He turned the ox cart and left the place called Hiroshima.