大概五十年前,我在台北郊区买了栋房子,认识一位邻居,姓王,是退伍军人,四十多岁,在中学教体育,收入不如我,家庭负担却比我重。有一回,他捡到一笔钱,一万美元。他说,这笔钱放在一个四方形的黑色皮包里,除了一百张百元美钞,别无证件。他在路边等了三个多小时,不见失主出现,便把钱带回家。这笔钱竟成为他的困扰:一、这不是他的钱,他不要;二、他要归还,不知谁是失主;三、他不知哪来 About 50 years ago, I bought a house on the outskirts of Taipei. I met a neighbor named Wang. I was a veteran in her forties. She taught sports in secondary schools and earned less than I did. My family’s burden was heavier than I was. Once, he picked up a sum of money, ten thousand dollars. He said the money was put in a square black bag, with the exception of a hundred hundred dollar bills and no documents. He waited more than three hours by the side of the road without the presence of the owner, and took the money home. This money has actually become his troubles: First, this is not his money, he does not want; Second, he wants to return, I do not know who is the owner of the Lord; Third, he did not know where to come