Rewriting the fairy tale "Teapot"

A long time ago, there was a proud teapot.

He is made of fine porcelain, and he has a very beautiful teapot mouth in front of him. There is also a high-end teapot handle, which is smooth and cool overall. These are the most commendable places for teapots. He is very much loved by his master, so he shows off his body to his colleagues every day.

However, he did not dare to mention his cover that had been damaged, because that was his only shortcoming. However, my friend talked all day about his cover, his shortcomings, not his various advantages. Then, the proud and self-satisfied teapot said to himself: "I admit that I have a small shortcoming, but it is enough to admit that I am not complacent and modest. Yes, I am certainly not proud at all."

One day, he stood on a table with a tablecloth, and the most expensive tea water was in his stomach. At this time, a pair of white and tender little hands appeared, it seems that it should be a "ten fingers do not touch Yang Chunshui" lady.

I saw that the white and tender little hands opened the lid of the cup. However, the white and tender little hands were very stupid, but for a little while, the teapot fell from the white and tender hands and fell on the floor.

Since then, the life of the teapot has changed a lot, because his big hand broke, and the teapot mouth was only half lost. He repented every day and said: "I knew that I was a very beautiful teapot. Now it is a good one, and it has become a half-residual teapot!"

Not long after, the new life of the teapot began again. He was turned into a flower pot, which contained freshly buried soil and a small seed in the soil. Its confidence has rushed up again, and it waits quietly for the small seeds to sprout slowly every day. It should be hoped that the owner will love the house and the birds. A few days later, the small seeds sprouted, and then the small seeds grew pink flowers.

"A few days ago, I heard someone say that this flower should have a beautiful flower pot. The thing that I worried about happened again. I was thrown by the owner into the corner of the yard. However, I was lying there. Like an ornament that shines in the sun, and I can recall the good past."

Sixth grade: Echizen Ryoma ponta