不幸的人别人不知道,幸运的人往往自己不知道。已经是中午了,天气变得很闷热,只有猎人扛着枪一个人在光秃秃的山坡上孤独地走着。从清晨到现在,不但没有捕到任何猎物,甚至连一只像样的鸟儿也没有看见,他眯起眼睛仰头看了看太阳,正午的阳光洒在发烫的山石上,肩上的猎枪也像这些 The unfortunate person does not know that the lucky one often does not know himself. It was already noon and the weather became very hot. Only the hunter took a gun and walked alone on the bare hillside. From the early morning to the present time, not only did not catch any prey, and even a decent bird did not see it. He narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sun. The midday sun was sprinkled on the hot rocks with a shotgun on his shoulders. Also like these