Looking for the end of a joke

I don't know how many people have read this story, but I think many people who have read this story have tried to come up with a logical answer for this story. But this story still appears as a story with no answer until now, so it can only be said that no one has come up with a convincing answer yet.

I'm not very interested in its answer, because when I finished reading the story at the beginning, I explained to myself that the author must have found that his original answer about feathers was not perfect when he wrote here, and he couldn't think of a more convincing answer, so he simply turned the story into an endless suspense.

The day when I saw this story was the last day of the old year. After watching the fireworks in the evening, I went to the cafe to chat with my friends. My friend said he wanted to hear my story, so I suddenly thought of it during the day and told it again. When I said at the end that the storyteller wanted to beat him up after reading it, I thought my friend would say the same thing, but he kept silent. I went on to say that I think there are two possibilities for this ending. One is that, as I thought at first, the author's mind was exhausted at the end of the writing, and he couldn't give himself a reasonable explanation, so he simply stopped writing. The other is that the author didn't tell a suspense story, but wanted to use three feathers to compare something, so the answer is not important. What matters is what the three feathers mean to Xiao Ming.

The friend suddenly said, didn't Sanyu save Xiaoming three times? I thought for a moment and said, but he took these three feathers four times.

But the last time, the feather failed to save him. The friend said. Three feathers can only save him three times, and it will be useless by the fourth time.

Three feathers saved Xiao Ming three times.

So if it's four feathers instead of three, can Xiao Ming survive this time? What if it's a hundred? I asked in confusion.

Yes, my friend said, a few feathers are several lives.

Xiao Ming didn't survive in the end because he used up all his feathers when it didn't matter, but at the most critical time, when he could really save his life, he didn't have any feathers to use!

It was just after four o'clock in the morning. I was already a little groggy and my mind began to knot, but because of this discussion, I felt suddenly enlightened. I feel my mind is like a flood that has been closed by a floodgate. Once some force opened the floodgate, it rushed out at an extraordinary speed.

Feather, Xiaoming, Feather, Life, Feather, Self, these complex images are churning in my mind, and I have been thinking intermittently for a long time, and I have started to ache because of sudden jumping and operations involving too many nerves. But the brain is like a damp cellar that has been locked up for too long, stinging because of the sudden influx of sunlight. Rot and fresh smell circulate hand in hand, struggling and burning out of control. Life is full of fresh beats.

Xiaoming saved himself three times with three feathers. He knows that he has three feathers, and they can help him, so he uses them again and again. However, he forgot that there were only three feathers, and he soon used them up. Finally, when he needed them most, he had no feathers to use. The most regrettable thing is that during the three times he used those three feathers, he could have weathered the storm alone without the help of feathers, but he used up this precious feather, and he didn't find that he had no feathers until the feather could save him at last.

I suddenly understood what the story was about.

I suddenly began to understand that the truth and revelation of this world are often hidden in the simplest and shortest plot, not in those great works.

In other words, three feathers are just the author's name, but in different people, it may not be three feathers, but three straws, three stones, two feathers, ten feathers or even a hundred feathers. But one thing, although each of us has three feathers in our life, we never know whether we are three or ten, let alone when we will appear. But perhaps because we don't know how many feathers we have, our life will be full of opportunities and challenges.

Someone once said: There are only two kinds of people in this world, one is successful and the other is unsuccessful. I can explain this now-a successful person is successful because every time he needs a feather, he forces himself not to use it, because he never knows how many feathers are left in his hand, but he may encounter many difficulties, even more serious than what he has now, so he tells himself every time that I will rely on myself this time, and I will keep this feather next time and finally have one. And unsuccessful people, every time they meet difficulties and need feathers, use them easily to comfort themselves that I still have feathers. Next time, I still have feathers to use. Then one day, he found that he had no feathers. To make matters worse, all the confidence, courage, self-esteem and talent that he could have used to help him tide over the difficulties have died.

At this point, God is fair. He gave us all the same feathers, but it is possible that he will never use them for those who cherish them. Finally, he may be a priceless feather himself. For those who don't cherish or understand, no matter whether he has feathers or not, he will not succeed, whether in life, career or love.

I think I said too much. Many things are for everyone to think and understand, and my understanding is not necessarily perfect and comprehensive. I just want to know these three feathers at the turn of the old and the new, which is a hint in itself.

Xiao Ming has three feathers. What about me? Or, what about you? Do you know how many feathers you still have?