Once upon a time, there was a father and son, both famous gentlemen. Once my son was on a business trip, it suddenly rained heavily on the way. He didn't have an umbrella, so he wrote a letter telling his father, "Father, on the way, it rained heavily, and others had lives (umbrellas). I didn't have a life (umbrella), but I have a life (umbrella) to accompany me. When I die (umbrella), I use money to buy a life (umbrella), and I will continue. "

His father received his letter, read it and wrote a reply: "Son, write if you can. If you can't write, you have to bear it. If you are tolerant in class, I will die. "

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1994 65438+February 12 Shijiazhuang daily