Every day has its great grief or its small anxiety. ... One cloud is dispelled, another forms. There is hardly one day in a hundred of real joy and bright sunshine.
每一天都有它的大悲伤或小焦虑。一片云被驱散，另一片云形成。在百日的欢乐和明媚的阳光中，几乎没有一天是真正快乐的。
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