There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too{#blank#}1{#/blank#} (quick). So he sent them to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away in turn. The first son went{#blank#}2{#/blank#}winter, the second in spring, the third in summer, and the{#blank#}3{#/blank#} (young) son in fall.

    When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe{#blank#}4{#/blank#} they had seen. The first son said that the tree was ugly and bent. The second son contradicted—it was{#blank#}5{#/blank#} (cover) with green buds and full of promise. The third son said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful.  The last son {#blank#}6{#/blank#}(agree) with all of them. He said it was ripe and filled with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.

    The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but one season in the{#blank#}7{#/blank#}(tree) life. He told them that you cannot judge a tree{#blank#}8{#/blank#}a person, by only one season,and that the essence of who they are—the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life—can only be judged at the end, when all the seasons are up.

    If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the hope of your spring, the {#blank#}9{#/blank#}(beautiful) of your summer, fulfillment of your fall. Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy{#blank#}10{#/blank#} all the rest.