There was an old man in the village who made a living by weaving baskets. Once he received a big order and had to work day and night without eating or sleeping. His son felt distressed when he saw it. Finally, the old man couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep. In order to relieve his father's pain, the son made a living. If you feel the burden, help compile it.
The old man woke up and saw his son weaving baskets, and he was weaving a lot. He was immediately heartbroken because he had made all the mistakes, failed to deliver the goods, and wasted a lot of materials. He said sadly: My son, you can’t weave anything. Don't make it up.