a text, Talepool. It tells the story of a hero hunter who saved the daughter of the Dragon King with kindness and got a magical gem. This gem can understand the language of animals when it is in his mouth. Gems help him know where animals like to go, so he gains a lot every time he hunts. I think it would be great if I could get such gems and understand the feelings of animals.

But when I think about it, Talepool knows from animals that there will be a great disaster for mankind, and that there will be an earthquake and a flood where he lives. He kindly informs the people in the village, but the people in the village don't listen, thinking that he is alarmist and ignores him. So he tells people the truth, and when the villagers are saved, he turns to stone.

then I asked myself, if I had such a gem, would I tell others the truth? For example, this Wenchuan earthquake,

if I am a prophet, what will I do?

with this idea, I asked my colleague Tingting what she would do.

Tingting, like a pink ball, blinked her carefully-trimmed beautiful eyes and said, "I will tell everyone I know that there will be danger here. Tell them to get out of here quickly. "

I said, "What if everyone doesn't believe me? Will you tell everyone the truth like Talepool? "

Tingting said, "I don't think I'm so great. I will only inform everyone of the danger. I have said and done what I know, and my conscience will get by. As for whether they believe it or not, that is their business. "

Then she asked me in turn: What would you do?

I said I'm afraid my approach is consistent with yours. It's impossible to sacrifice like Talepool. I don't have his sentiment.

I wonder what other people think and do?

Maybe someone will clap their chests and say that they can do it. Whether it is a big talk or not is unpredictable, because sometimes many heroes will be achieved at the moment of life and death, because there is no time to think about it; If you have time to think about trading your own death for someone else's life, I'm afraid you will shrink back in the end. I miss my relatives at home, fancy clothes and delicious food, fame and wealth, blue sky and white clouds, and beautiful breeze ... Any trace of nostalgia will hinder me from telling the truth.