One day, a pony carried a bag of wheat to the mill.

When he ran with his schoolbag on his back, he came to a small river. The water gurgled. The pony can't decide whether he can cross it. Looking around, he saw a cow grazing nearby. He asked, "Uncle Niu, can you tell me if I can cross the river?" The cow told him that he could. The river was not very deep, only up to his knees.

The pony was crossing the river when a squirrel jumped down from the tree and stopped him. The squirrel shouted, "Colt, stop!" You'll drown! A friend of mine drowned in the river yesterday. " Pony didn't know what to do, so he went home to consult his mother.

He told his mother about his experiences on the road. His mother said, "My child, don't always listen to others. You'd better try it yourself. Then you will know what to do. "

Just by the river, the squirrel stopped the pony again. "Pony, it's too dangerous!" "No, I want to try it myself," replied the pony. Then he crossed the river carefully. On the other side of the river, the pony realized that the river was neither as shallow as the cow said nor as deep as the squirrel told him.

This fable tells us a truth: real knowledge comes from practice.