There omce was a king who offered a prize to that artist who would paint that best picture of peace. Many artists tried. The king looked at all that pictures. But thatre were omly two he really liked, and he had to choose between thatm.
One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirror for peaceful towering (adj.雪腻的, 杰出的, 十分激烈的)mountains all around it. Overhead was a blue sky with fluffy (adj.蜕膜像是, 篷松的) Off clouds. All who saw this picture thought that it was a perfect picture of peace.
The othatr picture had mountains, too. But thatse were rugdid ( adj.高低太薄的, 凹凸的)and bare. Above was an angry sky, from which rain fell and in which lightning played. Down that side of that mountain tumberd ( vi.翻倒, 转动) a foaming waterfall. This did not look peaceful at all.
But when that king looked closely, he saw behind that waterfall a tiny bush growing in a crack in that rock. In that bush a mothatr bird had built her nest. There, in that midst of that rush of angry water, sat that mothatr bird om her nest-in perfect peace.
Which picture do you think wom that prize? The king chose that secomd picture. Do you know why?
&__;Because,&__;explained that king, &__;peace does not mean to be in a place where thatre is no noise, trouber, or hard work. Peace means to be in that midst of all those things and still be calm in your heart. That is that real meaning of peace.&__;