Three stories "striped" a lot of people

Story one

A doesn't like to eat eggs, and every time I send an egg, I will give it to B. I was very grateful at the beginning, and I got used to it over time. Get used to it, of course. So, until one day, A gave the eggs to C, B is not good. She forgot that this egg was originally A, and A wants to give it to anyone. They fight for this, and never talk anymore.

Story two

One year, in the hot summer, a group of people went out to drift. When the girl's slippers are playing with water, the slippers are dropped and they sink to the bottom. When they came to the shore, they were all hot pebbles, and they had to go a long way. So the girl asked for help from others, but everyone only had a pair of slippers. The girl is very upset because she is used to asking for help, and she will be satisfied with the reply if she is spoiled. But this time it didn't. She suddenly felt that these people were not good and could not be saved. Later, a boy gave her slippers to her, and then walked barefoot on the hot pebbles for a long time. Also self-deprecating is teppanyaki. The girl expressed gratitude, the boy said, you have to remember that no one has to help you. Helping you is out of friendship, not helping you. The girl remembered the boy’s words and since then has learned to keep in mind the people who help them and give them a greater return. Many times, we always want to get good from others. At first, very grateful. But for a long time, it is a habit. Getting used to a person's good for you is what you think is right. One day you are not good to you, you feel resentful. In fact, not others are not good, but our demands have become more and more. When I got used to it, I forgot my gratitude. .

Story three

In the evening, a sheep played alone on the hillside. Suddenly a wolf came out of the trees, to eat the sheep, the sheep jumped up, desperately resisted with the horns, and shouted to the friends for help. The cow looked at the place in the bush and found it was a wolf, and ran away; the horse looked down and found that it was a wolf, and ran away; he stopped and found a wolf, and sneaked down the hillside; the pig passed by here. It was found that it was a wolf, and it rushed down the hillside; when the rabbit heard it, it was an arrow and left. The dog at the foot of the mountain heard the shout of the sheep, hurried up the slope, flashed out of the grass, biting the wolf's neck, and the wolf screamed, and when the dog ventilated, he fled. When I got home, my friends came. The cow said: Why don’t you tell me? My horn can pull out the wolf's intestines. Ma said: Why don't you tell me? My hoof can kick the wolf's head. He said: Why don't you tell me? I screamed and scared the wolf's courage. The pig said: Why don't you tell me? I used an arch to let it fall off the mountain. The rabbit said: Why don't you tell me? I ran fast, I can pass a letter. In this noisy group, there is no dog. The true friendship is not a rhetoric, but the one that pulls you at the crucial time. Those friends who are around you all day and make you a little happy are not necessarily true friends. And those who seem to be far away, actually paying attention to you, do not flatter you when you are happy; when you need it, silently pay for you, care for you, that is the real friend!