引用
时间过的快得很，战友一年后荣光返回，我连屁都没做出一个。
The way I see it, there are three reasons to never be unhappy.
First, you were born. This is in itself a remarkable achievement. For you to have been born , not only did you have to be among the few batches of sperm that even had a theoretical chance of prospering - in itself quite a longshot - but you then had to win a race against 24,999,999 or so other wiggling contenders. Being born was easily the most remarkable achievement of your whole life.
Second, you are alive. For the tiniest moment in the span of eternity you have the miraculous privilege to exist. For endless eons you were not. Soon you will cease to be once more.
Third, You have plenty to eat, you live in a time of peace and 'Tie a Yellow Ribbyn Round the Old Oak Tree' will never be number one again.
If you bear these things in mind, you will never be truly unhappy -- though in fairness I must point out that if you find yourself alone in Weston-super-Mare on a rainy Tuesday evening you may come close.
--- Bill Bryson, Notes from a Small Island
The way I see it, there are three reasons to never be unhappy.
First, you were born. This is in itself a remarkable achievement. For you to have been born , not only did you have to be among the few batches of sperm that even had a theoretical chance of prospering - in itself quite a longshot - but you then had to win a race against 24,999,999 or so other wiggling contenders. Being born was easily the most remarkable achievement of your whole life.
Second, you are alive. For the tiniest moment in the span of eternity you have the miraculous privilege to exist. For endless eons you were not. Soon you will cease to be once more.
Third, You have plenty to eat, you live in a time of peace and 'Tie a Yellow Ribbyn Round the Old Oak Tree' will never be number one again.
If you bear these things in mind, you will never be truly unhappy -- though in fairness I must point out that if you find yourself alone in Weston-super-Mare on a rainy Tuesday evening you may come close.
--- Bill Bryson, Notes from a Small Island
