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a rusty kettle A long time ago, I went to an elementary school in a village. I had a girl, but I didn't have enough family. I was living a hard life. One day, a girl who needed a small kettle for her supplies. I asked my mom to prepare a kettle. But the kettle she took out of the kitchen, old rusted in places It was a kettle. With old bags and clothes. This kettle is a joke to my friends. It was obvious. "Is this a can or a kettle? I'm too embarrassed to take it!" "But I'm going to take it... If you don't take it with you, You're going to get in trouble.” Even before she's done talking, She slammed the door in her room. It's in. And the next day, before she left the house, My mom gave me a kettle wrapped in a cloth. When I saw the face of my sorry mother, she said, Pretend you can't beat him. Hold the kettle. I went to school. But the daughter who didn't want to be a laughing stock, I put the kettle back in my bag without taking it out

There was a young monk who is  proud of one's  knowledge in a monastery                        to be considered arrogant by others Once a senior monk was picking dirt in the garden. I called up a young monk who was passing by there. "Would you pour water on this hard soil?" The young monk poured water on the soil. But water doesn't penetrate the ground and it's on both sides. It went away. The senior monk picks up the hoe next to him and digs the ground. I started breaking a lump of dirt. And then collect the broken soil, and then I'm going to get the water again. I told him to pour it in. The young monk poured water back onto the broken soil. Then the water seeps in and the broken soil... It's starting to stick together. Then the senior monk said, "Now the soil is permeated with water. This way, it sprouts, blooms, and bears fruit. It's more like this to be broken than the firmness that a man knows himself. Seeds are sown in the heart, flowers a