A writer wrote a fairy tale. After reading it, he was not satisfied with how he read it. He thought anxiously: why not delete it.
   Taking advantage of the writer’s effort to drink water, the story escaped from the computer, and the story did not want to sit still.
   The writer returned to the computer and saw the text on the screen empty. After realizing that the story had run away, the writer was extremely embarrassed: Went outside, wouldn’t this bad story be seen by more people?
   The writer opened the door and chased him out, he wanted to get the story back!
  Tell the story again, and it blows into the park like a gust of wind. It gently falls on a piece of paper.
  The little girl named Chunchun picked up the paper: “Yeah, there is a story on it.” Chunchun is about to start watching.
   At this time, the writer appeared in time, he snatched the piece of paper and tore a smash.
On the occasion of a great deal, the story ran out of the paper, and it quickly attached to a wall.
   Many children watched the story around the wall. The writer rushed over with a brush and a bucket in a huff, brushing the wall clean.
   The story escaped again. This time it hid in the radio tube on the wall. The radio can tell the story to thousands of households.
   But before the sentence was finished, the radio tube was smashed by the writer.
  The story continues to run, and the writer catches up. He must let the story disappear in this world! !
   Looking at the back of the writer and the story, Chunchun said: “They are really busy.”
   “That uncle didn’t know what he was doing?” Xiaoxiong said.
   “Did you hear that story just now?” Mai Zi asked.
   “I only listened to the first two sentences.” Yafei said.
   “I saw the last two lines.” Adi said.
   So everyone gathered together, pieced together the fragments of the story obtained sporadically, and finally restored the content of the whole story. They thought: Ah, what an interesting story this is.
  When the original story and the writer chased me and returned to Tianma Town again, they were surprised to find that the content of the story has spread in the town, men, women and children, everyone knows!
   The story smiles, it doesn’t have to run away anymore, even if the writer catches and deletes it, it has already lived in the hearts of countless people, and it can be passed on forever. So, the story said to the writer: “I’m not going, let me do what you want.”
   “No need.” The writer shook his head. He already knows that every story written by heart, whether it is satisfactory or not, has been alive since the moment it was born in the world.
One of the more important reasons, of course, is that so many people have read and liked the stories they wrote, and the writers are very happy.