There was a prince who was sentimental by nature and couldn't listen to sad stories the most. Whenever the news of natural and man-made disasters tells him, he sighs with tears: "God, that's terrible! I can't stand falling on me! "
However, bad luck finally came to him. In a sudden war, his father was killed, and his mother, bring disgrace to oneself, himself was taken away as a slave by the enemy and suffered inhuman torture. When he finally escaped from the jaws of death, he was disabled. Since then, he has been living in a foreign country, begging for a living.
I met him when he was begging. Seeing his extraordinary appearance, I asked him about his life experience. After listening to his words, I was in tears and issued the same sigh that he once issued:
"Oh my god, that's terrible! I can't stand falling on me! "
Who knows his positive color way-
"Sir, please don't say that. All human disasters, no matter who falls on them, must be endured, and they can be endured-as long as they are not dead. As for death, it's easier. "
The fallen prince walked away on crutches. One day, bad luck befell me, and a familiar sigh rang out in my ear:
"Oh my god, that's terrible ..."