Prologue:
Poverty is a sin, poverty is a sin, and poverty is the source of sin.
How much suffering does poverty produce? How much helplessness does poverty create? How sad? How much sorrow?
Poverty is the mother of pain, and poverty is the father of hatred.
Poverty is the guide to life and death. If the prodigal does not turn back, how can the prodigal turn back?
Sing loudly to scold the poor, don't be fooled by lies.
Poverty is a poison that penetrates the bones. How many people can survive in the poison of poverty?
Prodigal son, I have worked hard to look forward to the future, and I have also been frugal and frugal, sweating and sweating.
Sadly, there is no cure for this kind of pain in the bones. Even if there is a magic medicine, there is no money to buy it and it cannot be used.
It was not my life that was ruined, it was not people that ruined me, it was poverty, it was the poison of poverty.
I advise people in the world not to believe and not to deceive young people into poverty. Today I will tell you the story.
Poor life: difficult, difficult, difficult.
A poor life can only be filled with materials, rice, oil and salt, while a wealthy life can only have fairy tales and fairies.
Concept: A story about a prodigal son