从前在一条河边有这么一撮黏土。说来也不过是很普通的黏土，质地粗浊；但它对自己的价值却抱有很高的看法，对它在世界上所可能占有的地位具有奇妙的梦想，认为一旦时运到来，自己的美德终将为人发现。头顶上，在明媚的春光里，树木正在交头接耳地窃窃私语，讲述着当纤细林花 In the past, there was such a clay on a river. It is nothing more than ordinary clay, with coarse texture; but it has a very high opinion of its own value, and has a wonderful dream of its possible position in the world, thinking that once the time comes, its own Virtue will eventually be discovered. Above the head, in the bright spring, the trees are whispering and whispering about the delicate flowers.