The fate of morning glory

With a warm smile, the spring breeze awakened the earth. The earth yawned and gently moved its stiff body. The seeds of two morning glory trees emerged from the soil. Their seedlings greeted the spring breeze, drank the rain and dew, bathed in the sunshine, and soon grew delicate and charming branches and leaves.

But their branches and leaves are so fragile that they will fall when the wind blows, and they are in urgent need of tall things to rely on.

At this time, the red morning glory saw the big tree beside her, and she quickly twisted her waist and wrapped it tightly around him.

The tree frowned and shouted, "What are you pestering me for? What a nuisance! "

The red morning glory said coquetry, "Brother Dashu! How strong and tall your body is! I climbed up your body because I respect you! "

The tree was very happy when he heard the praise, and his face showed a smug smile. The red morning glory seized the opportunity, wrapped tightly around the tree and climbed up.

The purple morning glory looked at the proud tree around her, frowning and clutching an ugly big stone.

The big stone said shyly, "Miss Purple Petunia, don't come near me. Look at me. I am stiff and ugly, which really affects my image. "

The purple morning glory said, "Don't be modest, big stone. You are solid and reliable. Would you please let me accompany you? "

The big stone was moved to tears after listening to it. He felt that the purple morning glory was very gentle, as if afraid of hurting him.

In this way, both morning glory found their own support. The red morning glory laughs at the purple morning glory climbing on such an ugly rock every day.

Purple morning glory ignored her ridicule, climbed the big stone and grew up slowly.

Suddenly one day, the sky was overcast, and a hurricane soon blew. The world seems to be shaken by a hurricane, and the tree can't help saying to the red morning glory, "You are choking me."

The red morning glory trembled with fear: "No! I can't let go, I will be torn by the hurricane. "

The tree was wrapped too tightly to withstand the hurricane. Finally, it was uprooted by the hurricane and thrown far away. Red morning glory is worse. Her body was torn to pieces and I don't know where it was blown by the wind.

All this was seen by purple morning glory and big stones. The purple morning glory quietly loosened the waist wrapped around the big stone, and the big stone quickly stopped: "Don't be afraid, this wind can't beat me."

Purple morning glory nodded, still holding the stone in her arms gently, resisting the hurricane attack with the big stone.

Soon, the wind stopped and the sun smiled again.

The garden is a mess! The purple morning glory is intact, but the red morning glory has been broken.

(2) Fortune-telling women

The formation of public opinion is often accidental, but it often leads to a fashion. I can apply this kind of opening remarks to everyone. Everything is conspiracy, stubbornness and prejudice, with no trace or little justice. This is an irresistible trend. What can you do in this situation? I had to make it all the rage. This was the case in the past and will be the case in the future.

There is a woman who tells fortune in Paris. Whenever something happens, people will listen to her advice. For example, who lost a rag, who has a lover, a husband who is too honest and afraid of his wife, an angry mother-in-law, a jealous wife and so on. Everyone ran to the fortune teller to listen to what they wanted to hear. The fortuneteller's skill lies in rhetoric, mumbling, boldly trying to figure out each other's thoughts, several accidental coincidences, all kinds of tricks always work, and finally everyone shouted that it was true. So this fortune-teller woman, though silly, is still considered as a fairy who can communicate with God. She lives in a shabby house, but she is rich. She made a lot of money by using this skill. She got her husband a position, bought an official title, bought a house and moved away.

Later, a new female tenant lived in this shabby house, so the whole city, girls, servants and distinguished gentlemen, in short, all came to tell fortune as usual, because this shabby house has been regarded as the cave of the famous witch Spier. She is as crowded as the previous woman. She takes part in accidental amusement and has a glib tongue. She says to everyone, "I can tell fortune? This is really a joke! Hey, gentlemen, I can't read except the alphabet! " These statements are useless, and someone will still come to her for fortune telling. In this way, she accumulated a lot of gold coins, and she didn't bother, earning more than two lawyers. It is worth mentioning that the furniture of this shabby house exaggerates her atmosphere. A broom handle and four lame chairs have made this broken house look like a mysterious monster.

If this woman tells the truth in the carpeted living room, everyone will laugh at her. Only a broken house can create an atmosphere, and the reputation of a fortune teller is linked to a humble room. The previous fortune teller moved out of the shabby house because he bought a house, and his business was deserted, so he had to wait at home.

Signs can attract customers. A disheveled lawyer in court makes the most money, because everyone regards him as a celebrity, and there is always a group of people behind him who are all ears to listen to his lectures. Tell me, what is this for?