第56章蜉蝣（1）
TheEphemera
本杰明·富兰克林BenjaminFranklin
Youmayremember，mydearfriendthatentthathappydayifulgardeyoftheMoulinJoly，Istoppedalittleinoneofourwalks，aimebehindthepany。Wehadbeenshowonsofakindoflittlef？ly，ephemera，whosesuccessivegeioold，werebredahintheday。Ihappeoseealivingonaleaf，earedtobeengagediion。YoukandalltheinferioranimaltooogreatapplitothestudyofthemisthebestexgiveforthelittleprogressIhavemadeinyuage。Ilistehroughcuriositytothediscourseoftheselittlecreatures；butasthey，iionalvivacity，spokethreeether，Iakebutlittleoftheirversation。Ifound，however，bysomebrokehatIheardnowaheyweredisputingwarmlyownmusiea，theotheramoswhichdisputetheyspeime，seeminglyasregardlessoftheshortnessoflifeasiftheyhadbeensureoflivingamonth。Happypeople！ThoughtI；youarelyunderawise，just，andmildgover，sinceyouhavenopubliplainof，noraofbuttheperfeperfesnmusiedmyheadfromthemtoanoldgray-headedone，whowassiherleaf，andtalkingtohimself。Beihhissoliloquy，Iputitd，iwilllikewiseamusehertowhomIamsomudebtedforthemostpleasingofallamusements，herdelipanyandheavenlyharmony。