第56章蜉蝣(1)
TheEphemera
本杰明·富兰克林BenjaminFranklin
Youmayremember,mydearfriendthatentthathappydayifulgardeyoftheMoulinJoly,Istoppedalittleinoneofourwalks,aimebehindthepany。Wehadbeenshowonsofakindoflittlef?ly,ephemera,whosesuccessivegeioold,werebredahintheday。Ihappeoseealivingonaleaf,earedtobeengagediion。YoukandalltheinferioranimaltooogreatapplitothestudyofthemisthebestexgiveforthelittleprogressIhavemadeinyuage。Ilistehroughcuriositytothediscourseoftheselittlecreatures;butasthey,iionalvivacity,spokethreeether,Iakebutlittleoftheirversation。Ifound,however,bysomebrokehatIheardnowaheyweredisputingwarmlyownmusiea,theotheramoswhichdisputetheyspeime,seeminglyasregardlessoftheshortnessoflifeasiftheyhadbeensureoflivingamonth。Happypeople!ThoughtI;youarelyunderawise,just,andmildgover,sinceyouhavenopubliplainof,noraofbuttheperfeperfesnmusiedmyheadfromthemtoanoldgray-headedone,whowassiherleaf,andtalkingtohimself。Beihhissoliloquy,Iputitd,iwilllikewiseamusehertowhomIamsomudebtedforthemostpleasingofallamusements,herdelipanyandheavenlyharmony。