I'm sorry I was a little busy this week. I had't finished my article when the assignment rain came. I was pity I had't kept my physical exercise either. Hence I pasted this story I heard from my friend a long time ago. I intended to make a funny ending by myself. Time reason I'll do it in my next task.
Once upon a time, there was a king, who was very lazy. He did not like to do anything. He waited for his attendants to serve him every moment. He used to lie on his bed always. A time came when he really became inactive.
Only eating good food and it's sleeping made him fatty. So fat he became that he could not move around by himself. He felt sick, doctors were called in to treat him. Nothing could help him to become fit and fine. The king was a kind hearted and cordial person. All his subjects were sorry to learn about the fact that their king was not well.
One day the minister met a holy man (Sadhu) on the outskirts of the city. While conversing with each other, the “Sadhu” came to know the fact that the king was unwell. He told the minister that he could cure the king. Hearing this the minister’s face brightened. He arranged immediately for a meeting of the “Sadhu” and the king.
The “Sadhu” saw the depressed king for a while and then spoke nothing serious had happened and that the king would be alright. From the next day the treatment would start. He asked the king to come to his hut which was at a distance from the palace.
The king had to come on foot to the hut. The king agreed, after so many years the king came outside to walk on the road. His ministers and attendants accompanied him. By the time he reached the Sadhu’s hut, he was breathless, sweating and uncomfortable.
The “Sadhu” came out of the hot noticing everything. He offered cool water to the king. The king felt better. The Sadhu brought out an iron ball, the size of a football and gave it to the attendants asking his majesty that daily morning and evening he had to roll that ball in the palace grounds.
The king okayed to the “Sadhu” and left. After fifteen days when the “Sadhu” came to the palace to meet the king, he had lost a considerable amount of weight, was feeling much better and was active. All his sickness had disappeared. Inspite a lot of wealth, the king was not happy as he was unhealthy.
So the moral is “Health is Wealth”.
好抱歉这周有点忙，作业雨来的时候我还没写好我的文章。这一周我也没能坚持完成我的健身任务，正在遗憾的时候作业雨来了，我就把很久之前听朋友讲的一个故事贴过来了。本想自己写个搞笑的结尾，时间原因。。下次作业一定做好。
很久以前，有一个国王，非常懒，不喜欢做任何事，每时每刻都在等他的侍从帮他完成所有的事。他习惯了一直躺在他的床上。这一刻终于来了，他真的动不了了。
吃得好睡得不运动让他变的很胖很胖，胖的他自己动不了了。他觉得自己生病了。医生被叫进来为他看病。但没有什么办法可以让他瘦下来，好起来。
