The power of love

I read an article today that illustrates a philosophy very appropriately:

There is a great demon named Cook, and the only reason for the evil is that he has seven hearts: one heart is greedy, one heart is arrogant, one is jealous, one is angry, one is furious, one is hungry, and one heart is true! Cook uses his heart to issue instructions and mutilates living beings with ugly desires! Cook lives in the forest, and all the hunters panic because Cook has stirred up the forest!

All the Gold Medal Hunters gathered and selected the best seven Hunters to capture Cook's seven hearts! After many days of observation, it was found that Cook had to graze his heart every morning on a grassy field with furry feathers in the forest! So the wise man made a plan, and the greedy heart was tempted with a full of silver coins. The arrogant heart makes a trap with a contemptuous gaze, and puts a picture of a more vicious demon on the path of jealousy! Find someone to provoke anger. Let the lazy heart race against the man, and for the gluttonous heart, let the servants of the farmer make delicious pies without interruption. So the greedy, arrogant, angry, lazy and gluttonous hearts were caught one after another, but the cunning seventh heart could not be caught, and his heart seemed to have no weakness, cunning and sinister, and the best hunters and wise men could not help it. And since those six hearts were caught, Cook was very angry and very wary of his own heart, and everyone couldn't find the opportunity to catch him!

The old hunter and the wise man frowned in sorrow: Alas, there is indeed a heart without weakness! "Let me try it," the old hunter's eighteen-year-old granddaughter Irene volunteered. She had a small white face, small freckles on the tip of her nose, and blonde hair that was fluffy and combed into two large braids. She shyly flicked the corner of her skirt: Grandpa, I might be able to give it a try! I have a good voice and I can sing!

The old hunter looked at his beautiful granddaughter and said, "Then try it!"

On another bright morning, Cook took his only heart to bask in the sun on the feather grass, and this heart slowly wandered around the grass in the elegant little suit Cook had made for him. "Hey, brother, don't go too far." Cook sat down on the grass with his hands on his head. "Do you remember that the stupid hunters are still staring at you from a distance?" Cook said.

Cook's heart shook and he walked to the other side of the grass. I don't know how long later, Cook suddenly heard a beautiful song, like a gentle wind, and like honey candy in a winter jar. He listened in shock for a while, and suddenly found something that surprised him... _His last heart, at some point, disappeared. Cook quickly got up from the grass, his face flushed red, and he thought that his last proud heart was something that no one could take away! But how did those people do it?

Suddenly, from the bushes in front of her came the sound of a creep, and a petite figure came out, it was a shy-looking girl, holding in her hand the proud, empty-eyed heart, and the heart lay in her hand, squinting her eyes and sleeping!

The girl looked at him and smiled: "Is this your heart?" It seems to be lost! Demon Cook stared at the girl for a moment, and then he suddenly trembled and said, "No, that's not my heart, please leave my heart to you!" ”

The heart that could not be subdued by force and wisdom obediently surrendered! I am impressed by the moral of this story and tell it to share with you!