Ugly Stone I used to feel sorry about that ugly stone in front of my gate. It was lying there like a black caw; and no one known why it has been left there and no one care about it. Except during the wheat harvest season, my grandma always say, look at that ugly stone, it takes a lot of place, when will you move it away? So, when my uncle was going to build a house, he wanted to use it to build the wall. But it is not a regular, no angles or surfaces, and people don't bother to break it with strength, because they can easily find a better one from the nearby river. So after we had built the house and stairs, my uncle hadn’t used it. One year, a stonemason came and wanted to make a stone mill for us, my grandma said: use that ugly stone, don't bother to bring one from other places. But after looked at it, the stone mason shook his head, because it was too flinty to make a mill. It was not as fine as a jade, so we could carve pictures or inscriptions on it, and it was not as smooth as a bluestone, so we could use it for clothes washing. It was just lying there quietly with no tree to shade it, with no flower to company it. Only some wild grass grown up, and slowly it was covered by some green and black moss. For us, the children, we began to hate it and want to move it away together, but we don't have enough strength. Even sometimes we coursed it and hated it, we can only left it there. The only comforting thing was that there were some pits on the stone, and they would be full of water after rain. The ground would be dry after three days of the rain, but the the pits still containing some water for chickens to drink. Every mid month night, I would look forward the full moon rising, and climbing up on the ugly stone and looking at the horizon. My grandma always yelled at us for afraid of us falling down from it. For one time, I have fallen down from it and broken my knee. People always say that it is ugly, for all I know, it's really the ugliest stone.