Once upon a time, there was a proud teapot. It is proud of its porcelain, long mouth and big handle. There's something in front and back! There is a spout in front and a handle in the back. It always talks about these things. But it didn't talk about its lid. It turned out that the lid had been broken long ago, and then it was nailed; So it has a disadvantage. People don't like to talk about their own shortcomings-of course, others also talk about it. Cups, cream cans, sugar bowls-the whole tea set-all clearly remember the weakness of the teapot lid. I'm talking more about it than the perfect handle and beautiful spout. The teapot knows this.

"I know them!" It said to itself, "I also know my shortcomings, I admit it." This is enough to show my modesty and simplicity. We all have shortcomings; But we also have advantages. The cup has a handle and the sugar bowl has a lid. I have both, and they don't have one. I have a spout; This makes me the queen on the coffee table. Sugar bowls and cream cans are appointed as sweet servants, and I am the appointee-everyone's master. I spread happiness to those who are thirsty. In my body, China's tea leaves exude fragrance in tasteless boiling water. "

This sentence was said by the teapot in its fearless youth. It stood on the coffee table covered with tablecloth, and a very white hand opened its lid. However, this white hand is stupid. The teapot fell, the spout was broken and the handle was broken. There is no need to talk about the lid, because a lot has been said about him. The teapot lay on the ground and fainted; Boiling water dripped all over the floor. This is a serious blow to it, and the worst thing is that everyone laughs at it. Everyone just laughed at it, not at this clumsy hand.

"I will never forget this experience!" The teapot later said when looking at his life's career. "People call me a patient and push me into a corner; A day later, people sent me to a woman begging for leftovers. I fell into poverty; Inside and out, I won't say a word. However, at this time, my life began to improve. An old frontiersman loses his horse—a blessing in disguise. My body is full of dirt; For a teapot, this is completely equivalent to burial. But a flower root was buried in the soil. I don't know who put it in or who brought it. But since it was put in, it finally made up for the loss of tea and boiled water in China, and it was also a reward for breaking the handle and spout. The root of this flower lies in the soil, in my body, and it has become my heart, a living heart-I have never seen such a thing. I have life, strength and spirit now. The pulse is beating, the flower roots are sprouting, and there are thoughts and feelings. It blossomed into a flower. I saw it, I supported it, I forgot myself in its beauty. Forget yourself for others-this is a happy thing! It didn't thank me; It didn't think of me; Be admired and praised by people. I feel very happy; How happy it would be! One day I heard someone say that it should have a better flowerpot to match. So people hit me on the waist; I was really in pain! But the flowers moved to a better flowerpot.

As for me? I was thrown into the yard. I lay there like a pile of fragments-but my memory is still there and I can't forget it. "

After doing a series of good deeds, the teapot was thrown into the yard. I lay there like a pile of fragments-but my memory is still there and I can't forget it. "But, what's the use of this narcissism?