The Story of the Little Stone
Once upon a time, in a majestic mountainous region, there was a pebble lying quietly by the stream. The rock was rough and uneven, not standing out from the thousands of other rocks in the area. It was simply a part of nature, enduring the rain, the sun, the wind, and the flow of time.
Every day, the rock witnessed so much life around it. Small fish swam happily in the clear stream, flocks of butterflies fluttered and flew over the wild flowers along the banks, and ancient trees stood tall and stretched out to welcome the sunlight. The rock silently observed, feeling the rhythm of life.
Sometimes, children from the village came to play by the stream. They picked up smaller rocks and threw them into the water, creating wide circles. The big rock lay still, witnessing the innocent joy of the children. Sometimes, the elderly sat on it to rest, telling each other stories of everyday life. The stone listens, like a silent friend.
After many rainy and sunny seasons, the stone is gradually covered with a layer of green moss. The cracks on its surface also increase, marking the ups and downs of time. But the stone still lies there, patient and persistent.
One day, a talented sculptor passed by this mountainous area. He stopped by the stream, admiring the scenery. His eyes suddenly stopped at the rough pebble. In that rough appearance, he saw a hidden potential, a hidden beauty that had not been discovered.
The sculptor decided to bring the stone back to his workshop. He carefully chiseled and chiseled it little by little. The broken pieces of stone fell down, revealing the hidden lines inside. Under the talented hands of the artist, the inanimate stone gradually became a beautiful sculpture. It was the image of a gentle mother holding her child in her arms, her face full of love and protection.
The sculpture was displayed in a large art exhibition. Countless people came to admire its exquisite and touching beauty. Everyone was amazed by the magic of art, by the ability to turn an inanimate stone into a symbol of sacred maternal love.
But few people know that the stone was once an ordinary pebble by the stream. It has gone through many quiet years, witnessed many changes in life. Only when it met an artist with delicate eyes and a sensitive heart, was its hidden beauty discovered and shone.
The story of the stone reminds us that sometimes beauty does not lie in the flashy exterior but is hidden deep within. Every thing, every person has its own value, its own potential, just need enough love and patience to discover and cherish. Like a rough pebble, through time and polishing, it has become a touching work of art.
