我常抱怨日子过得不称心。我知道这么想没有什么可指责之处,人朝高处走,水往低处流嘛。但是怎么算过得好?应该和谁比?我不能说不模糊。前些日子我出了一趟远门,对这个问题好像有了一点震撼与感悟。我从北京出发到云南元谋县,进入川滇边界,车窗外目之所及都是荒山野岭。火车在沙窝站只停两分钟,窗外一群约十二三岁破衣烂衫的男孩 I often complain that life is not satisfactory. I know I think there is nothing to blame, people walking towards the top, the water flow to the lower stream thing. But how did you count well? Who should compare? I can not say no obstruction. A few days ago I made a trip to the far door, this issue seems to have a little shock and insights. I set off from Beijing to Yuanmou County in Yunnan Province and entered the Sichuan-Yunnan border. The train stopped at Shawo station for two minutes and out of the window a group of boys about 12-year-old ragged shirts