太温柔了想起以前读过的一首诗 Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music? do I wake or sleep?
Two little mice fell in a bucket of cream . The first mouse quickly gave up and drowend. The second mouse wouldn't quit. He struggled so hard that eventually he churned that cream into butter and crawled out. Gentlemen , as of thi