It is not necessarily pearls that are recognized and respected. -Inscription,

I was unlucky to make a wrong grain of sand when I was reborn, but the Buddha promised me that I could make pearls twice in a row when I was reborn in the sixth world, which was also a good deal.

What I have to do now is to get through this "sand life" quickly.

One day, sand friends and I were sunbathing. Of course, I despise talking with these friends who are destined to be sand. I was in a daze and sleepy when I suddenly heard a young man's voice: "I tried my best to be a man, but why didn't I get recognition and respect?" This is the voice of a depressed person.

I was just about to answer "because you are so mediocre." I was hit by a pearl. It hurts! I quickly called the sand friends around me to come forward and arrest the suspect.

"Can you find this pearl?" This is the voice of an old man.

"Of course." The young man said without thinking.

"pa!"

Who hit me again? ! Fortunately, this time it is not a pearl, but a sand friend. They just covered the pearl that had just been "caught"

"Can you find sand?"

"No, of course not." The young man suddenly realized at this moment, "Thank you for your advice!"

I'm angry! What does this old man mean? You just don't realize the value of our sand. I want to ask him, throwing a pearl into a pile of pearls is no different from throwing a grain of sand, and you can't find it; Isn't it just as easy to find a grain of sand in a pile of pearls?

A few days later, the roads in the city were built for us, the excavators rumbled and the workers laughed. "These piles of golden sand are so beautiful! This sand is really comfortable to step on! " They said, "It is most suitable to mix concrete with this fine sand!"

Hearing this, I quickly jumped into the worker's shovel, and I was taken with not only Sha You, but also pearls.

With the roar of the machine and the hearty laughter of the workers, now I am not only sand, but also a wide cement road with other sands.

The old man said with a cane, "This road is good. It is no longer muddy in rainy days, and it does not hurt your feet in sunny days. " My heart is sweeter than eating honey, and I can even feel the joy of the child jumping on me.

The pearl beside her has been crying and crying about her tragic experience. When he is not in a bad mood, he will also tell me about his happiness as a pearl. The sharp contrast makes me feel that my wrong "Sha Sheng" is happy.

At night, the earth is silent and frogs croak in my ears. The summer breeze turns into thousands of hands, and the moonlight passes by. In my dream, the Buddha smiled and said to me, "Tomorrow, you will be a pearl again, attracting attention." I exclaimed, "Never!" "If you think of yourself as a pearl, you will have the pain of being buried, or if you think of yourself as a grain of sand, let everyone pave the way for me."

Buddha said: "It is worthy of recognition to have such aspirations."

"Yes, it can be that sand is recognized and respected."

I said with a smile, but a line of tears rolled out of my eyes and turned into a string of pearls.