One day, I told my brother to play, he saw an uncle was holding a large brush, effortless in the pool also wrote a "Please conserve water," five characters, then who will be the tap open to the uncle began to wash the largest pen. Washing with washing with water on the flooded pond, like hair, like flood, to flow in all directions to go, uncle, or turn a blind eye, still go its own way. He splashed the water in order to keep themselves, stay away.
Uncle listened to me, first froze a moment, surprised to see me, and blushed to the ears and roots, said: "Great, you're my 'teacher'." Then he hastened to shut the tap.