The story of chopsticks and bowls

Cup: I am lonely. I need water. Give me some water.

Compere: Well, aren't you lonely with the water you want?

Cup: I think so.

The host poured boiling water into the cup. Water is hot. The cup feels that it is melting, and the cup thinks that this is the power of love.

The water is getting warmer and the cup feels uncomfortable. The cup thought, this is the feeling of life.

The water became cold and the cup was afraid. He doesn't know what he is afraid of. The cup thought, this is the taste of loss.

The water cooled to despair in the cup. Maybe this is the masterpiece of fate.

Cup: master, pour out the water quickly. I don't need it.

The master is not here. The cup feels depressed to death, hateful water, cold, in my heart, I feel so uncomfortable.

The cup shook hard and the water finally flowed out of the cup's heart. The cup is so happy. Suddenly, the cup fell to the ground.

The cup is broken. Before he died, he saw traces of water everywhere in his heart. Only then did he know that he belonged to love the water, but he could no longer keep the water completely in his heart.

The cup cried. His tears are mixed with water, hoping to love water again with his last strength.

The master picked up the pieces of the cup, one of which cut his finger and there was blood at his fingertips. The cup smiled. What is love?

Do you know how to cherish after experiencing pain?

The cup smiled. What is love?

Don't wait until it's too late to give up?

The cup smiled. What is love? .....