Good or bad?
The story I chose:Good or bad?
The point of view of the story:The third point of view
The point of view of my story:The first point of view.
Script:
Long ago, my son and I lived in a faraway town near the Chinese border.We farmed the land and lived a mostly peaceful life.
One night, there was a terrible storm. The frightened horse ran out of the barn, heading toward the hills. My son and I looked all over for the horse. Still, We could not find him. We asked everyone about the missing horse. The townspeople answered politely, saying that they hadn’t seen the horse, but would look out for him. They all pitied us. “It must be terrible to lose such a beautiful animal,” they said. But I insisted that losing the horse might not be a bad thing. The townspeople grew quiet.They didn’t understand me.
Indeed, it turned out to not be such a bad thing. The horse returned the next day, bringing with it a beautiful female horse. The townspeople congratulated me, telling me that I had good luck. I, however, responded, “Perhaps my horse returning is not such a good thing after all.” The townspeople grew quiet. They didn’t understand me.
As the days passed, my son came to love the new horse. He rode it every day. When they raced, they flowed like the wind over the grass. But one day, as my son was riding the horse, the horse suddenly stood up on two legs, pawing the air.My son reached for the horse’s mane but grabbed only air. He flew off the horse’s back.He slammed into the hard ground. His leg broke. I ran to my son and carried him back to the house.The townspeople expressed their sympathy to me. They were all very sorry. My son would never be able to walk without pain again.Yet unlike the townspeople, I said, “Maybe this is not such a bad thing after all.” The townspeople grew quiet. They didn’t understand me.
A few months later, the Emperor of China passed through the town with his soldiers. There was a war raging near the border. All the ablebodied young men had to join the army. What the Emperor didn’t say was that most of the young men would die in the fight.
However, because my son was handicapped, he could not fight. He didn’t have to join the army. Instead, he stayed home. He helped tend crops on the family farm.
“See?” I said to the townspeople. “It all worked out in the end.My horse running away brought back the second horse. And that second horse stopped my son from going off to his death. So, in the end, it was good and lucky that these things happened.” The townspeople cheered the my wisdom. At last, they understood me.
The moral of this story is that even the worst things can have positive effects. There is a similar idiom in English. It is “Every cloud has a silver lining."
