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发表于 2016-7-11 02:13:55
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Because you need not worry,
因为你无需再忧虑。
Your have a forever friend for life,
你拥有了一个真正的朋友,
And forever has no end.
永永远远,永无止境。
第十二篇:
The Cobbler and the banker
La Fontaine/拉.封丹
皮匠和银行家
A cobbler passed his time in singing from morning till night;it was wonderful to see,wonderful to hear
him;he was
more contented in shoes,than was any of the seven sages.His neighbor,on the contrary,who was rolling in
wealth,sung
but little and slept less.He was a banker;when by chance he fell into a doze at day-break,the cobbler awoke him with his song.The banker complained sadly that Providence had not made sleep a saleable commodity,like edibles or drinkables.Having at length sent for the songster,he said to him,"How much a year do you earn,Master
Gregory?"
"How much a year,sir?"said the merry cobbler laughing,"I have reckon in that way,living as I do from one day to another;somehow I manage to reach the end of the year;each day brings its meal."
"Well then!How much a day do you earn,my friend?"
"Sometimes more,sometimes less;but the worst of it is,-and,without that our earnings would be very
tolerable,-a
number of days occur in the year on which we are forbidden to work;and the curate,moreover,is
constantly adding some
new saint to the list."
The banker,laughing at his simplicity,said,"In the future I shall place you above want.Take this hundred
crowns,preserve them carefully,and make use of them in time of need."
The cobbler fancied he beheld all the wealth which the earth had produced in the past century for the use
of
mankind.Returning home,he buried his money and his happiness at the same time,No more singin;he lost
his voice,the
moment he acquired that which is the source of so much grief.Sleep quitted his dwelling;and
cares,suspicions,and
false alarms took its place,All day,his eye wandered in the direction of his treasure;and at night,if some
stray cat
made a noise,the cat was robbing him.At length the poor man ran to the house of his rich neighbor;"Give
my back."
said he,"sleep and my voice,and take your hundred crowns."
一个皮匠从早到晚在唱歌中度过。无论见到他本人或听见他的歌声都使人觉得很愉快。他对于制鞋工作比
当上了希腊七对还要满足。
与此相反,他的邻居是个银行家,拥有万贯家财,却很少唱歌,晚上也睡得不好。他偶尔在黎明时分迷迷
糊糊刚入睡,皮匠的歌声便
于工作把他吵醒了。银行家郁郁寡欢地抱怨上帝没有睡眠也制成一种像食品或饮料那样可以买卖的商品。
后来,银行家就叫人把这位
歌手请来,问道:“格列戈里师傅,你一年赚多少钱?”
“先生,你问我一年赚多少钱吗?”快乐的皮匠笑道:“我从来不算这笔帐,我是一天一天地过日子,总而言
之坚持到年底,每天挣足
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