قهوه زندگی

A little boy lived in a far-off farm, waking up every morning in the morning before sunrise, and he was busy working hard at night.

At the same time, with the dawn of the sun, he climbed up the valleys to rest a little. In the distant hands, a house with golden windows always attracted his attention and thought with himself how much life in that house was with the modern and modern appliances that it should have. It will be enjoyable and awesome. “If they were able to make their windows of gold, then the rest of the house would be great,” he said with himself. “I’ll go there one day and see it closely.”

One day, Father told his son that he was doing things in his place and that he could stay home. The boy also took the opportunity to look at the food and went to his house and the golden windows.

It was a much longer path than he thought. It was afternoon when he approached the house and realized that he had no golden windows, and instead he went to a colored house with broken fences.

He went to the old one and sounded it. The boy opened his own age. He asked if he had seen the window of the Golden Window. The boy responded positively and took him to the porch. As they sat there, they looked back and saw their home on the very end of the same path that they had traveled along with the sunset, shining with golden windows.