Short story The death of the scorpion

Mondo Culture Updated on 2024-02-02

I don't know when I started to become a bug called "Scorpion" and always liked to carry things.

I walked forward on the road, and whatever I encountered, I had to carry it on my back, and I never wanted to take it off.

I just walked with a weight until I was tired from not moving my back, or I fell to death because I was too hard to climb a hill.

This is fate, I never thought of changing, and even if someone helped me to change, I would reload the burden I encountered on the road.

On this day, I struggled to crawl on the road.

A woman came up to me, she blushed, pouted, her eyes were full of impatience, and she said to me in a strange way: "Yo! How did you get here? It's late, you! ”

I thought that I didn't know her well, that I had never provoked her, and I didn't know why she always targeted me and said nasty things in a mean tone.

The woman's words turned into a stinky ball of dirt that rolled down in front of me, and I warned myself not to carry it, but my body was still uncontrollable and carried the ball on my back.

I was a little frustrated, but I had to keep crawling.

I climbed more and more slowly, and at this moment, another woman walked across from me, who was my former good friend.

I called out to her and said, "Help me unload some of my sad stuff, I can't carry it." ”

The good friend looked reluctant at this time, and said: "I'm also working hard, ** can help you unload things!" ”

After saying that, she hurriedly strode away without looking back, as if she was afraid that I would turn around and chase after her.

I twisted my head with difficulty and called out to her a few more times, but she still ignored me.

My best friend's words turned into a hard rock and rolled down to me, and I was sad to keep reminding myself not to carry it.

Not surprisingly, the little pebble was still carried on my back. I couldn't walk anymore, I could only move forward little by little.

At that moment, a man and a woman came across from me, and they looked at me with some alarm.

The man said, "That's her!" We must not let her carry the weight of her sorrow, or she will surpass us at a faster pace! ”

After hearing this, the woman also showed a vicious tone and said, "That's right! Absolutely can't let her have a chance to turn over, and she must not be allowed to become ** again!

After saying that, the words of the two turned into thorny metal bumps, which fell in front of my eyes, and I tried to escape, but I couldn't run at all.

In this way, they pressed the metal ball on my back, and they were afraid that the weight would not be enough, so they found some roadside debris and threw it on my back.

I was in so much pain that I couldn't crawl any further, but I still looked forward, hoping that someone would pass by, and maybe someone good would help me get the weight off.

Waiting, waiting, no one came, and I ended up stuck there and couldn't move, so I could only slowly exhaust myself here.

After a moderate rain, in a small dirt pit on the side of the road, under a pile of debris, lay a dead scorpion.

The body and the sundries on the body of the scorpion have become nourishment, nourishing the young shoots of a new madder plant underneath.

Moistened by the rain, this madder grows faster.

The scorpion and the debris on its body feed a new life, and in this way, they are not useless.

The scorpion died, but the madder lived.

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