A short story with educational significance (middle school students)

Once upon a time, there was a temple in the mountains. There was no stone mill in the temple. So I send monks to the farm at the foot of the mountain to pick beans and grind them every day.

One day, a young monk was sent to grind beans. Before leaving, the big monk in the kitchen handed him a full load of beans and severely warned: "You must be careful. The income in the temple is not ideal recently. Never sprinkle soy milk on the road. "

The young monk agreed and went down the mountain to grind beans. On the mountain road back to the temple, he became more and more nervous when he thought of the fierce expression and severe warning of the big monk. The young monk carefully picked up a big bucket full of soybean milk and walked on the mountain road step by step for fear of making any mistakes.

Unfortunately, just as we were approaching the corner of the kitchen, a reckless donor came to us, and more than half of the soybean milk in the bucket in front of us was poured. The young monk was so scared that he broke into a cold sweat.

When the big monk saw the soybean milk picked up by the young monk, he was of course very angry and pointed at the young monk and cursed: "You idiot! Didn't I say to be careful? Waste so much soy milk, go and drink the northwest wind! "

Hearing this, an old monk calmed the mood of the big monk and said to the little monk privately, "Go down the mountain tomorrow, observe the people and things along the way, and write a report for me when you come back, and carry the beans over and grind them."

The young monk shirked, saying that grinding beans was not enough. How can he endure soy milk to see the scenery and report when he comes back?

At the insistence of the old monk, the next day, he was forced to continue on his way. On the way back, the young monk found that the scenery along the mountain road was really beautiful, with majestic peaks in the distance and farmers farming on terraces. Soon after I left, I saw a group of children playing happily in the open space on the roadside, and two old gentlemen playing chess. In this way, while walking and watching the scenery, I unconsciously returned to the temple. When the little monk handed the soybean milk to the big monk, he found that both barrels were full and didn't overflow at all.

In fact, instead of caring about your fame and fortune every day, it is better to enjoy the happiness of every process and learn from it in your efforts at school, work or life.

A person who really knows how to find pleasure in life from life experience will not feel that his life is full of pressure and anxiety.