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有时候，记像烈火熔炉，让生铁变精钢；有时候，忘像暴风骤雨，让繁花成落英；重生与毁灭往往就在记与忘之间。 Sometimes, remembrance is like a furnace of fire, which makes pig iron become refined steel; sometimes, forgetting is like a storm, which turns flowers into fallen leaves; rebirth and destruction are often between remembrance and forgetting. （一） (1) 他站在田里，举起锄头，奋力耕耘着，豆大的汗珠顺着他的额头流过他俊美的脸庞，落在田地里。 He stood in the field, raised his hoe and worked hard. The sweat of pea flowed through his beautiful face and landed in the field. 他不是一个普通的农夫，他是勾践。他卑事夫差，宦士三百人于吴，还要亲自做夫差的马前足。回到会稽就亲自耕种，做到非其亲种则不食，非其妻所织则不穿。吃着粗简的饭食，还要舔尝苦胆；躺在柴草铺上休息时，还在思考着招揽八方之才。他一刻也不懈怠。 He is not an ordinary farmer, he is Goujian. He humbled his officials, and three hundred eunuchs were in Wu, and he was to be his horse's foot. When he returned to Kuaiji, he cultivated in person. If he did not cultivate himself, he would not eat, and if he did not weave his wife, he would not wear. Eating simple meals, but also licking the gall; lying on the firewood shop to rest, still thinking about attracting talents. He is not slack for a moment. | 
