This is the story of one good old poet and one naughty boy long time ago. One day , an old poet was sitting in his room while dreadful storm arose and heavy rain fell. Then the door was knocked and a boy whose face so pale and whole body trembled with cold stood there. So the old man took the child into his warm and comfortable room and gave warm wine. Thanks to those his kindness, that child named Cupid get better. However the word "Cupid" doesn't mean true meaning. The story followed.
I read this story for the first time. When I finished reading it , I felt dreadful. I thought if we were helped by someone , we should return those kindness to other people in the same way.
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