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标签:艺术赏析 |
| 歌手:Dire
Straits |
| BROTHERS IN ARMS These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arms Through these fields of destruction Baptism of fire I've watched all your suffering As the battles raged higher And though they did hurt me so bad In the fear and alarm You did not desert me My brothers in arms There's so many different worlds So many different suns And we have just one world But we live in different ones Now the sun's gone to hell And the moon's riding high Let me bid you farewell Every man has to die But it's written in the starlight And every line on your palm We're fools to make war On our brothers in arms |
美国,一个年轻人和一个年老的富翁在一个高级酒会上聊天,年轻人想问那个富翁是怎样发财的,但又有些支支吾吾,老富翁倒听出来年轻人想问什么,于是自己打开了记忆的阀门,他说:“那是大萧条时期,有一天,我的口袋里只剩下5美分,就用它买了一个苹果,晚上我就在屋里擦苹果,把它擦得特别特别亮,第二天,我把这个苹果以10美分的价格卖了出去,然后又以5美分的价格买来两个苹果,到了晚上我就在屋里擦苹果,把它擦得特别特别亮。”年轻人点点头,表示他已经准备好接受一个看中商业机会白手起家的故事,但他还是客气的询问:“后来呢?”老富翁说:“第三天,我继承了一笔200万美元的遗产。”