“Once there was a rich man,who was very fond of gold。。”群文

Rich Man and Poor Man[转帖] There once was a very rich man. He was so rich, he could have owned many cars, but instead he chose to drive a Ford. He could have owned many computers, but instead he chose an Apple. He could have owned many homes, but instead he chose to live in East L.A. Because this man was rich, many people in his neighborhood knew him. And also because the man was rich, many people from outside of his neighborhood knew him too. Often, his doorbell would ring, and there on his threshold would stand someone who had come to ask for a donation. Sometimes when the bell rang, it was a neighbor who had fallen into misfortune. The man would smile, embrace his neighbor, and place a generous sum into their hand. Sometimes when the bell rang, it was a charity representing the starving children of Africa. The man would again smile, embrace the charity worker, and write a generous check.

One evening, when his doorbell was particularly quiet, this man decided to take a