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.
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?