前几天,在网上看到这样两则寓言。寓言一:我牵蜗牛去散步有一天,上帝给我一个任务,叫我牵一只蜗牛去散步。可是蜗牛爬得实在太慢了。我不断地催它,唬它,责备它。它却用抱歉的目光看着我,仿佛在说,“我已经尽全力了!”我又急又气,就去拉它,扯它,甚至踢它。蜗牛受了伤,反而越爬越慢了,后来干脆趴在那里不肯向 A few days ago, I saw two such fables online. Fable one: I take the snail to go walking One day, God gave me a task, told me to take a snail to go for a walk. But snail crawling is really too slow. I keep urging on it, bluffing it, blaming it. It looked at me with an apologetic gaze, as though to say, “I’ve done my best!” I was in a hurry and pulled it, pulled it and even kicks it. Snail injured, but the slower climb, then simply lying there refused to