One day, a young man stood in the middle of town and declared that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart because it was perfect. Suddenly, an old man appeared and said, "why, your heart is not as beautiful as mine." the crowd and the young people looked at the old man's heart, which was full of scars.
Some places were removed and some places were put in, but they didn't exactly match. In fact, there were several serrated edges and deep dents in some places, and the whole piece was gone. The young man said with a smile, "compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect, yours is a bunch of scars." "yes," the old man said, "your heart looks perfect, but I will never trade with you.
You see, every scar represents a person. I paid my love for him. I tore off a piece of my heart and gave it to them.
They often gave me a piece of their heart, just placed in the blank space in my heart. "But because the fragments are not accurate, I have some rough edges, which I cherish very much, because they remind me of our common love." sometimes I give my heart to them "Although these wounds are very painful, they are still open, reminding me of my love for those people. I hope that one day they will come back to fill the space I have been waiting for, so now you know what true beauty is." the young man went to the old man and he put it in Reach into his perfect heart and tear a piece off for the old man.
The old man put it in his heart, and then he took a piece from his scarred old heart and put it on the wound of the young man's heart. It was suitable, but not perfect, because there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, no longer perfect, but more beautiful.
Since the love in the old man's heart flowed into his heart, they hugged and walked away side by side How sad, this is not touched by a heart.
In the eyes of almost every child, their parents are not perfect, because they don't give them anything they want. Sometimes they argue that they want a perfect parent, who can satisfy them. In fact, no one is perfect.
But the relationship between parents and children is irreplaceable. Let us cherish what we have now.
There was a perfect man and a perfect woman. They met at a perfect party. They dated for two years.
They had a perfect wedding and a perfect honeymoon. They had two perfect children. One day, the perfect man and the perfect woman were driving the perfect car.
They saw an elf on the side of the road. As a perfect person, they took him to a perfect one A man drives with a perfect woman and an elf. Somehow, they have a car accident, two people die, one lives, who lives the perfect woman, because perfect men and fairies are not real.