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The WiseOld LadyA long time ago,there wasa young man whowanted to be a writer.He wantedto getmarried,and tolive writingcompositions,but he couldnt discoverwhat hehad to write.He couldnt comeupwith anygood stories,and it seemed thateverything wasalready written.“The men who wereborn onethousand yearsago arevery lucky.Even themenwhowere bornonehundred yearsago aremuch luckierthan me.Up tothen,there werestill good subject matters,to write about.It isnatural that there areno moregoodsubject matters.z The young mansaidcomplaining.He becameill becausehe studiedso hardand thoughta lotabout beinga writer.Noneof thegreat doctorscould cure him,but there was oneperson whomight be able tocurehim-a wise old lady.The WiseOld Ladyworked asa gatekeeperunbolting thegate forcarriages andhorses ofaranch.She alsohad comprehensiveknowledge ofmany subjects.The youngman decidedto goandvisit her.Even thoughthere wereno treesor flowersaround the wise old ladys house,there wasa beehive rightnext tothe doors,a smallgarden wherepotatoes weregrowing,and thefencewas surroundedby hawthorn.’How drearythis is!’He thoughtto himself.But herewere thetreasureshe wassearching for.“Write whatyou think.Even ifthey arecrumbs ofbread,they arestill bread.I know〃why youcame here.You wanttobea writer,but you can notcome upwith agreat story,can you”,Yes,everything wasalready writtenas stories.Nowadays isdifferent from the olddays.z Theyoungman answered.“You reright.Alongtimeago,people burnedwise womenlike meat thestake,and poets,were poor.But nowadaysis betterthan anytime.You justcan tsee thosethings,because youhavesuch narrowinsight.I evendoubt whetheryou canhear.If youhave theability towrite,there areendless goodsubjectmatters.First,stop thinkingabout yourself,and try to understand,a rayof sunlight.zThe youngman puton the wise old ladys glasses and hearing aid,and hereceived andheldone ofthe potatoesthat thewiseold lady gaveto himfromthe potato patch.After awhile,thepotatostarted totalk aboutitself.After heheard thepotato talking,thewiseold ladyletthe youngman look atthehawthorn.The hawthornalso toldhim aromantic story.The youngman wasimpressed.But thewiseold ladyseemed toknow already,and shetook himto aplace wheretherewasabeehive.Whenthe youngman lookedinto thehive,it wasfull ofvigor,the bees were allbusy.To freshenthe airof theirown bigfactory,beeswereflying ina rowin everypassageway,fanning theirwings,working beeswere carryinga lotof pollenfrom outside,and somewere maikinghoneyand beeswax.〃“Now letsgo toa roadand seesome travelers.The wiseold ladysaid tothe youngmantapping hisshoulder.There aretoo manypeople here.It isvery hardtowritethe stories,of allof them.Wed bettergo back.z Hesaid toher.〃No,go straightinto themiddle ofthe crowd,lookatthem andtry tounderstand what,they saywith yourwhole heartand soul.Then,you11find tremendousthings towriteabout.Oh,〃and giveme backmy glassesand hearingaid.The wiseoldladytold theyoungman.,“Now,I cantseeor hearanything!The youngman tookoff theglassesandhearingaidand〃said.Then,you cannever bea writer.The wiseoldladyshook herhead.Cant Iever beawriter”^Imagination isnot somethingyou canlearn andacquire.You shouldlive inanotherway instead.Theyoungman wassad aboutthe factthat he could neverbeawriter,so thewise oldladygave himsome advice.Buy amask andfrown infront ofpoets.Even ifyou areimpressedby thepoem,trytofrown.Then,youcanmake money.z/He becamethe onewho severelycriticizes,poets followingthewiseoldladys advice.Even thoughhecouldnot beawriter,hecouldlivebeing involvedin theliterary world.。