Some children were working in a wheat (小麦) field. Some worked hard and some didn't. But one small boy just ran here and there after the butterflies (蝴蝶) and sang happily.
In the evening, an angel (天使) came and said to the children, "Come now to the gate, and bring your sheaves (小麦捆) with you."
So the children came, bringing their sheaves, but the boy that had run after the butterflies came empty-handed.
"No one can enter here without sheaves," the angel told him.
Hearing that, the small boy lowered his head.
Then all the other children cried out together. One said, "Dear Angel, let him in! In the morning I was sick and this boy came and played with me, and showed me the butterflies. Also, he gave me one of his sheaves, and I would give it to him again."
Another said, "Dear Angel, let him in! At noon I fainted (昏倒) and fell down. This boy brought me water, and then he showed me the butterflies until I felt better. To me he also gave one of his sheaves, and I would give it to him again."
And a third said, "Just now, as evening was coming, I was tired and I couldn't go on working. But this boy comforted me, showed me the butterflies, and gave me one of his sheaves."
And the other children said with one voice, "We also had sheaves of him, dear angel. "
The angel smiled, and reached his hand inside the gate and brought out a few sheaves. "Here are his sheaves!" said the angel. "They are known and counted, everyone." And he said to the small boy, "Lead the way in!"
