The fable of two woodcutters

The first article: the story of two woodcutters

Two woodcutters cut down trees in a competition, which lasted for three days to see who cut down more trees.

On the first day, woodcutter A went to the nearest tree and began to cut it down, but woodcutter B walked around the forest first and chose.

Which trees to cut, and then start grinding the axe. After grinding the axe, it will start cutting trees quickly and brightly, but it will take a long time. On the first day of the competition, woodcutter A cut down 10 trees, while woodcutter B only cut down 6 trees. The next day, woodcutter A's axe was dull, and the efficiency of cutting down trees decreased. Only eight trees were cut down, and woodcutter B's axe was sharp. In addition, because he had found the tree to be cut the day before, he cut down 12 trees that day. On the third day, woodcutter B continued to grind the axe in the morning and finally cut down the 12 tree.

In three days, woodcutter Otsuichi cut down 30 trees, woodcutter A cut down 25 trees, and woodcutter B won.

The same is cutting down trees. From the short-term effect, woodcutter A cuts down the most trees on the first day, and from the long-term effect, woodcutter B cuts down the most trees. The so-called "sharpening the knife does not mistake the woodcutter." Woodcutter B chose the tree to be cut down before, and then sharpened the knife, making full preparations for the later tree cutting, while Woodcutter A chose to cut down at the latest, which seemed like a lot in the short term, but in the end? Didn't you lose?

Article 2:

Once upon a time, two poor loggers walked through a big pine forest on their way home. Winter is bitterly cold.

At night. The ground is covered with thick snow, and the branches are piled with snow. When they pass by, the twigs on both sides

Broken by frost one by one, when they came to the waterfall in the mountain stream, the frost stopped motionless in the air because

The king of snow kissed her.

The night is so cold that even the birds and animals don't know what to do.

"Oh!" The wolf barked and limped out of the bushes with its tail between its legs. "This is really."

Why doesn't the government want to do something about the bad weather? "

"oh! Oh! Oh! " The green plum finch chirped, "The old earth is dead, and they have already."

She was buried in a white shroud. "

"The earth is getting married, and this is her wedding dress," the turtledoves whispered together. their

Little red feet are frozen stiff, but they feel it is their duty to look at it with optimistic and romantic eyes.

"Nonsense!" The wolf growled. "I tell you this is all the government's fault, if you don't believe me.

If so, I will eat you. "Wolff has a completely pragmatic thinking, and he will never find a good argument.

Yes

"Well, personally," said the natural philosopher Woodpecker, "I don't care.

Atomic theory to explain. If something is what it looks like, it should be, but it is.

It's too cold. "It's really cold. Small squirrels living in tall fir trees rub their noses against each other to get them.

It was warm, and the rabbits were crouching in the hole, even afraid to look out. The only thing that looks happy is this.

Only seagulls with large horns can adapt to the weather. Their feathers were hard by frost, but they didn't care. male

The children kept rolling their big yellow eyes and calling to each other in the Woods: "Tuwitt!" " Tuwei

Te！ Tuvet. Tuvet. How nice the weather is today! "

The two woodcutters kept rushing forward, their fingers blowing hot and their feet were stupid.

The big boots with nails stepped on the snow. Once they were trapped in a deep snow pit waiting for him.

When the children came out, their faces were pale and the stones were slippery. once

They fell on the hard and slippery ice, which was formed by the water on the moor, and bundles of firewood fell from them.

After that, they had to pick it up and tie it again; Another time, they thought they were lost and they were afraid.

Come on, because they know that snow is cruel to those who sleep in her arms. But they trust this kind man.

Saint Martin (the god of travel), he will take care of everyone who goes out, so be careful when they come back.

They walked slowly, and finally they came to the exit of the forest and saw the lights in the distant valley below.

The lights in their village.

When they found themselves out of danger, they were ecstatic and happy. The earth in their eyes.

It is like a silvery white flower, and the moon is like a golden flower.

However, after laughing, they fell into sadness again, because they remembered their poor family, a firewood.

Dave said to another man, "Why should we be happy? You know, life is for the rich, not for them. "

Poor people like us? We might as well freeze to death in the forest, or let some wild animals catch us and take me away.

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You can choose two.