Out of the money, wide and wide

In a very broken house, there was a poor man who was too poor to have a bed and had to lie on a bench.

The poor said to himself: "I really want to make a fortune. If I make a fortune, I will never be a miser..."

At this time, a demon appeared next to the poor. The devil said: "Well, I will make you rich, I will give you a magical purse."

The devil added: "There is always a gold coin in this purse, which can't be finished. But you should pay attention, when you feel enough, you must throw away the purse before you can start spending money."

After that, the devil disappeared. At his side, there really was a purse with a gold coin inside. The poor took out the gold coin and there was another piece inside. So the poor kept taking gold coins out of the way. The poor have been taking a whole night, and there are a lot of gold coins. He thought: This money is enough for me to use for a lifetime.

On the second day, he was very hungry and wanted to buy bread. But before he spent money, he had to throw away the purse, so he walked over the river with his purse, but he was reluctant to throw it and returned.

He began to take money out of the purse. Every time he wants to throw away the purse, he always feels that there is not enough money.

The days passed by. He can buy food, buy a house, and buy the most luxurious car. However, he said to himself: "Let's wait for more money." He didn't eat or drink, and the gold coins were already piled up in a room. At the same time, he became thin and weak, and his face was yellow like gold wax.

He said weakly: "I can't throw away the purse, and the gold coins are still coming out!"

He became a very old-fashioned person, but he still shook his hands and smashed gold coins. Finally, I finally died on his bench.

Money, for greedy people, is never satisfied. The danger of money is that it will cover our eyes, leaving us with no friendship, love, affection or even life. Those who have soaked into the eyes of the money will be blinded and not seeing Mount Tai. At this time, money is like a shackle, locking up freedom; like a grave, burying itself.