One night, students came in through the back door and wanted to buy some candles and dry cheese. He has no one to run errands for him, so he always buys it himself. He picked out what he needed and paid for it. The merchant and his wife nodded to him and wished him good night. This lady not only nods, but also has a very talkative mouth!
The student nodded in the same way, and then he stood still and began to read the words on the piece of cheese. That paper was torn from an old book. In fact, this page should not have been torn. That book is a very old collection of poems.
"I have many such books!" The small businessman said, "I bought it from an old woman with a few coffee beans." All you have to do is pay me three coppers and you can take all the remaining pages. "
"Thank you," said the student. "Please take back the cheese and give me the book! I only eat bread and butter. It's a sin to tear a whole book apart. You are a capable person and a practical person, but when it comes to poetry, you know no more than that basin. "
This sentence sounds impolite, especially using that basin as a metaphor. But the small businessman laughed, and so did the students, because it was just a joke. But the kid was angry because someone said such a thing to a businessman and landlord who sold the best butter.
As night fell, the shops closed, and everyone except the students fell asleep. Then the imp came in and picked up the tongue of the little merchant's wife. She didn't need a tongue when she slept. As long as the kid puts his tongue on anything in the house, it can speak and express his thoughts and feelings like a wife. But only one thing can speak with this tongue at a time, which is a good thing, otherwise they will really fight for seven meat and eight vegetables.
The kid put his tongue on the newspaper basin. "Some people say that you don't know what poetry is," he asked. "Is this true?"
"Of course I know," said the basin. "Poetry is something printed in newspapers to fill in the blanks. Even if it is cut off, it doesn't matter. I believe that there are many more poems in my body than that student. But for small businessmen, I am just a worthless basin. "
The kid put his tongue on a coffee mill again. Now the coffee mill has almost become a chatterbox! He then put his tongue on a yellow oil drum, and then put it on the money box ... Their opinions are the same as those of the basin, and the opinions of most people must be respected.
"well, I'm going to tell the student this opinion!" "
So the kid quietly walked into the top floor where the students lived from the back stairs. The candle in the room was still on, and the kid peeked through the door lock hole and saw that the students were still reading the broken book taken from downstairs.
but this room is so bright! A shiny beam of light emerged from that book, then expanded into a trunk and became a big tree. This big tree is very tall, with branches stretching out from the students' heads in all directions. Every leaf is extremely fresh, and every flower is a beautiful face. Those faces have shiny black eyes and crystal blue eyes. Every fruit is a bright star. In addition, the room echoed with wonderful songs and music.
Such a wonderful sight is beyond my imagination, let alone what I have seen or heard. He stood on tiptoe and kept looking in until the light in the room went out. The students blew out the candles and went to bed. But the kid still stood there, because the soft and beautiful music hasn't stopped. For the students who are lying and resting, it is really a wonderful lullaby.
"This is really wonderful!" The kid said, "This is beyond my expectation! I really want to live with this student. "
But then, he thought rationally and sighed, "This student has no porridge for me at all!" " So he went downstairs again and went back to the little businessman's home. He came back just in time, because the basin was about to wear out his wife's tongue: it had finished all the things in its body and was now going to turn over and tell the other side again. Just then, the kid came back and gave his tongue back to his wife. But from then on, everything in the whole store, whether it's a money box or firewood, echoed the basin. They admire and respect it with all their hearts, which leads the shopkeeper to think that it is the opinion of the basin when he reads the articles about art and drama criticism in the newspaper at night.
But kids can no longer sit quietly and listen to them show off their wisdom and knowledge. And as soon as there is a light coming out of the top floor, he feels that these lights are like anchor cables and insists on pulling him up. So he climbed up uncontrollably and looked inside through the small keyhole. He felt a sense of heroism in his chest, just as we were standing beside the stormy sea. He couldn't help crying! Even he himself doesn't know why he is crying. But at the same time of tears, there is also a sense of happiness: how happy it would be to sit under that tree with students! However, this is impossible, as long as he can look through the small hole, he will be very satisfied.
He was standing on the cold stairs, and the autumn wind blew in from the round window of the attic, and it began to get cold. However, only when the lights on the top floor went out and the music stopped did the little man begin to feel cold. At this time, he began to tremble, and then he climbed down the stairs and returned to the warm corner. It is very comfortable and comfortable there!
Soon, Christmas porridge and a big piece of butter came. Only then did he realize that the small businessman was his master.
however, in the middle of the night, the kid was awakened by a terrible knock on the window sash. Someone was shouting outside, and the night watchman was blowing his horn, because a fire broke out and the whole street was in flames. I don't know whether the fire started in my own house or in the room next door, or where it started.
everyone is in fear.
The merchant's wife was a little dizzy. She hurriedly tore off the gold earrings from her ears and stuffed them into her pocket, thinking that this would save something. The merchant was busy looking for his stock, and the maid went to look for her black silk cloak, because she had no money to buy the same dress again. Everyone wants to save their most precious things, even kids. He ran upstairs in three or two steps and ran all the way into the students' room. The student is standing poised in front of an open window, looking at the flames in the opposite house. The kid grabbed the strange book on the table, stuffed it into his little red riding hood, and held the hat in both hands. Now the best treasure in this house has finally been rescued! So he hurried out and ran to the chimney on the roof. He sat there, the fire of the house opposite him shone on him, and he held a hat with a treasure in his hands. Now he understands the true feelings in his heart and who his heart is going to. However, when the fire went out, his mind calmed down. "I have to give myself to two people," he said. "I can't give up that little businessman for that bowl of porridge!"
that's right! We all went to the small merchants, just for our porridge.