On the Mid-Autumn Festival in 2021, we are sitting under the moon with some moon cakes and food on the table, and I am watching the stray cat Bob. This ginger kitten is an angel. Cats are really cute creatures, and no one doesn't love them. Once before, I came to the stage to tell a fable. The content of the story is: an old monk, surrounded by a group of devout disciples. On this day, he instructed his disciples to go to Nanshan every day to pick up a load of firewood and come back. The disciples hurried to the river not far from the mountain, all stunned. I saw the flood rushing down from the mountain, and I would never even think about crossing the river to collect firewood. After returning without success, the disciples were a little dejected. Only a young monk and the master calmly faced each other. When the master asked why, the little monk took out an apple from his bosom and handed it to the master. He said, "I can't cross the river, and I can't make firewood. When I saw an apple tree by the river, I picked the only apple from the tree." Later, the little monk became the master's successor. If you can't cross the river, just pick an apple. At the end of my speech, I insisted on adding a photo of a homeless man and a stray cat, "I am a homeless man, but my cat is not a stray cat." I don't know why I have to use this photo to express my feelings towards I understand the story, but I added it anyway.
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