So they flew together and talked while flying.
"Where do you live? Why haven't I seen you before? " Asked the bee.
"This is not surprising. I'm usually busy, "replied the fly proudly. "If you want to talk about my place, you will envy it. I have a prosperous and lively family with many neighbors and friends and many brothers and sisters. Speaking of material comforts, there are all kinds of things, and the patterns are updated every day. You can't eat them all ... How about I take you to play if you like? My friends and relatives will certainly treat you warmly. "
The bees have been moved. So the fly happily took the road, followed by bees, flying all the way, stopping and walking, and soon came to the fly's residence.
"Here, what a nice place!" The fly cried happily, "Look, what a busy world and what delicious food. Where can I find such a good place? "
Bees follow the sound, it's really lively, large and small flies flying, cockroaches crawling, maggots crawling; There are all kinds of things on the ground, such as dirt, waste paper, rotten roots and leaves, and a lot of fish and flesh and blood residues-it turned out to be an eclectic big garbage dump where flies lived.
The bees are disappointed. When the fly is still bragging about its charm, the bee can't stay for a moment. It doesn't want to talk to flies anymore, and it wants to flap its wings and fly away from this place.
"Well, I'm to blame for my poor eyesight. How can I be confused by its gorgeous decoration? " The bee felt very regretful, and said to herself as she flew, "Today, I finally understand a truth: to understand a person's inner world, you can't just look at his appearance; If the waste that is spurned by others is regarded as a treasure, then its spiritual realm is certainly not noble. "