Western sovereignty laid a good-looking backyard. And there, in the fresh of the day, the Master of the backyard was wont to walk. Of all the denizens of the garden, the nearly everyone good-looking and most dearly loved was gracious and dignified bamboo.
Once upon a time, in the compassion of the Western sovereignty laid a good-looking backyard. And there, in the fresh of the day, the Master of the backyard was wont to walk. Of all the denizens of the garden, the nearly everyone good-looking and most dearly loved was gracious and dignified bamboo. Year after year, wicker cultivate yet more noble and congenial, cognizant of his Master's love and observant enjoyment, but unassuming and tender withal. And often when the blustery weather came to raise the roof in the garden, rattan would cast aside his grave grandeur, to dance and play right cheerfully, pitch and influential and bound and bend over in joyous dispose of, leading the Great Dance of the backyard, which most charmed the Master's heart.
Now, once upon a day, the Master himself draws near to consider his Bamboo with eyes of curious expectation. And Bamboo, in a infatuation of high regard, bowed his enormous head to the position in loving welcome.
The Master spoke: "cane, wicker, I would bring into play you."
Bamboo throws his head to the sky in utter satisfaction. The day of days had come, the day for which he had been complete, the day to which he had been mounting hour by hour, the day in which he would come across his achievement and his fortune.
His right to be have the sense of hearing came low: "Master, I'm prepared. Use me as Thou wilt."
"Bamboo," - The Master's right to be heard was grave --- "I would have to take you and engrave you down!"
An uneven of great horror shook Bamboo…"Cut …me… down? Me. Who thou, Master, has made the nearly everyone good-looking in all thy Garden…cut me downward! Ah, not that. Not that. Use me for the happiness, use me for the glory, oh master, but cut me not down!"
dearly loved wicker,"-The Master's voice cultivate graver still-"If I cut you not downward, I cannot use you."
The backyard grew still. Wind held his inhalation. Bamboo unhurriedly bent his proud and magnificent head. There was a speak softly:
"Master, if thou cannot use me other than to cut me down. Then do thy will and cut". "Bamboo, dearly loved Bamboo, I would cut your vegetation and branches from you also". "Master, spare me. Cut me down and lay my beauty in the dust; but would thou in addition have to take from me, my leaves and brushwood too?"
"Bamboo, if I cut them not missing, I cannot make use of you."
The Sun hid his face. A pay attention butterfly glided dreadfully away. And Bamboo trembles in dreadful expectancy, speak softly low: "Master, cut away"
"Bamboo, Bamboo, I would up till now… hole you in two and cut out your compassion, for if I cut not so, I cannot build use of you."
Then Bamboo deformed to the ground: "Master, Master… then engrave and crack."