Kong Rong Sharing Pears｜孔融让梨
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原著作者｜刘义庆《世说新语》
- In the late Eastern Han Dynasty
- an autumn afternoon
- Sunlight filtered through the courtyard paulownia trees
- casting dappled shadows on the stone pavement
- Four year old Kong Rong
- sat reading under the corridor
- He wore simple clean clothes
- His eyes showed a calmness beyond his age
- Just then
- Father brought a plate of fresh pears
- The golden pears still glistened with water droplets
- shining brightly in the autumn sun
- The brothers immediately gathered around
- The eldest brother reached for the biggest one
- The second brother wouldn't be outdone
- Everyone wanted to pick a plump sweet pear
- Little Kong Rong stood outside the crowd
- He didn't push
- He didn't grab
- He just watched quietly
- When the commotion died down
- only large and small pears remained on the plate
- He slowly stepped forward
- His small hand
- gently picked up the smallest one
- Then silently retreated to the side
- Father saw this
- and felt a trace of confusion in his heart
- He put down the fruit plate
- knelt down beside Kong Rong
- My child
- why didn't you choose a big one
- Little Kong Rong looked up
- his eyes as clear as an autumn lake
- He said earnestly
- I am the youngest
- so I should eat the smallest pear
- My brothers are older than me
- so they should enjoy the big ones
- Father was slightly stunned
- then asked again
- But
- your little brother is even younger than you
- why didn't you give it to him
- Kong Rong lowered his head
- looked at the small pear in his hand
- then raised his head again
- his gaze firm
- Precisely because I am the older brother
- I should understand humility even more
- My little brother is young
- and needs to be cared for more
- At that moment
- the autumn wind in the courtyard seemed to stand still
- Father looked at this four year old child before him
- his eyes slightly moist
- He reached out
- gently stroked Kong Rong's head
- A smile of satisfaction spread across his face
- In that smile
- there was pride
- there was warmth
- and wonder at the great wisdom
- hidden in such a small child
- This story of an autumn afternoon
- has traveled through a thousand years
- still warming everyone who hears it
