there once was a king who offered a prize to the artist who would paint the best picture of peace. many artists tried. the king looked at all the pictures, and there were only two he really liked, so he had to choose between them.
one picture was a calm lake. the lake was a perfect *ror for peaceful towering mountains all around it. overhead was a blue sky with fluffy1（蓬松的） white clouds. all who saw this picture thought that it was a perfect picture of peace.
the other picture had mountains, too. but these were rugged2（粗糙的） and bare. above was an angry sky, from which rain fell and in which lightning played. down the side of the mountain tumbled3 a foaming4 waterfall. this did not look peaceful at all.
but when the king looked closely, he saw behind the waterfall a tiny bush growing in a crack in the rock. in the bush a mother *rd had built her nest. there, in the midst5 of the rush of angry water, sat the mother *rd on her nest — in perfect peace.
which picture do you think won the prize? the king chose the second picture. do you know why?
"because," explained the king, "peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. peace means to be in the midst of all those things and still be calm in your heart. that is the real meaning of peace."
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