A boy guarded the barrel(桶) in his father's winery. Every morning he1up every barrel with a piece of cloth, and then put them in2row upon row. To his 3, the wind blew the barrels here and there4. The boy was so angry that he wrote a letter to the wind, "Please don't blow down my barrels." After5that, his father asked the boy with a smile, "Can the wind read your6?" The little boy said, "I don't know, but I have no way of dealing with the wind."
The next morning, when the little boy ran to look at the barrels, he found that the wind had7his request, still blowing the barrels here and there. The little boy felt8and burst into tears. His father stroked his head gently and said, "Son, don't be sad. We can't deal with the wind, but we can think of our own methods to 9the barrels.
Then the little boy10his tears and sat near the barrels to think over and over. After thinking half a day, he finally11a way. He12some water from the well and poured it into those13barrels. At14, the little boy got up in a rush, ran out and saw the barrels still15in good order. He smiled happily and told his father, "We do have a way to16the barrels from blowing down. It's a very17way, that is, to add weights to the barrels." The little boy's father smiled 18.
We can't change many things, but we can add the weight of our own19, so that we can stand20in the world not to be knocked over.
