What is the story of "Teapot"?

"Teapot" - Story Content

Once upon a time there was a proud teapot. It was proud of its porcelain, its long mouth, and its big handle< /p>

The hands are also proud. There's something in front of it and behind it! There is a spout in front and a handle in the back. It is always talking about these things. But it doesn't talk about its lid. It turns out that the cover was broken long ago and was nailed back later; so it has a shortcoming, and people don't like to talk about their shortcomings - of course other people will. The cup, the cream pot and the sugar bowl

—the whole set of tea utensils—all bear in mind the weakness of the teapot lid. We talk about it more than we talk about the intact handle

hand and the beautiful spout. The teapot knows this.

"I know them!" it said in its heart, "I also know my shortcomings, and I admit them. This is enough to show

my humility and my simplicity. We all have faults; but we also have advantages. The cup has a handle, and the sugar bowl has a lid. I have both, and one thing they don't have: I have a spout. ;This makes me the queen of the tea table

The sugar bowl and the cream pot are appointed to be the servants of sweetness, and I am the appointer - the master of everyone.

Happiness is distributed to those who are thirsty. In my body, the Chinese tea leaves are fragrant in the tasteless boiling water."

This. The words were spoken by the teapot in its fearless youth. It stood on the tea table covered with tablecloth, and a very white and tender hand opened its lid. But this very white and tender hand was very clumsy. The teapot fell, the spout broke, the handle broke

There is no need to talk about the lid anymore, because there is no more to say about him. not enough. The teapot lay on the ground and passed out; boiling water

flowed all over the floor. It was a serious blow to him, and the worst part was that everyone laughed at it. Everyone just laughed at it, not at the clumsy hand.

"I will never forget this experience!" Teapot said later when he examined his life's work. "People called me a patient and put me in a corner; one day later, they gave me to a woman who was begging for leftovers. I became a pauper.

; inside and outside, I didn’t say a word. However, at this time, my life began to improve, which was a blessing in disguise. For a teapot, this is completely equivalent to being buried. But there is a flower root buried in the soil. I don't know who put it in or who took it. After entering, I finally made up for the loss of tea and boiling water in China. It was also considered as a reward for breaking the handle and spout. The flower roots were lying in the soil, lying on my

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My body has become a heart, a living heart - I have never had such a thing. I now have life, strength and spirit.

The pulse beats, the roots sprout, thoughts and feelings bloom. I see it, I support it, and I forget myself in its beauty. It is a happy thing to forget others! It does not thank me; it does not think of me; I am very happy that it is admired and praised; how it must be.

How happy! One day I heard someone say that it should have a better flower pot to match it, so people gave me a slap on the waist

; I was in so much pain! But the flowers moved into a better pot.

As for me, I was just lying there. A pile of broken fragments - but my memory is still there, I can't forget it.

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