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除夕夜,上高三的女儿为我讲述了一则故事:一个在巴黎旅游的外国人,在车站附近遇到一名街头卖艺者,其琴声悠扬,令人感伤,吸引来不少行人纷纷向钱罐里丢钱。转眼工夫,钱已装满了罐子,但卖艺者脸上没有一丝欣喜的表情。“已赚到不少钱了,他为什么还不快乐?”旅游者望着卖艺人那依旧忧郁的面孔,疑惑地问。“也许他需要掌声吧。”身边的朋友淡淡地说了一句。旅游者的心被触动了,她缓缓地
New Year’s Eve, the third year’s daughter told me a story: a foreigner traveling in Paris, near the station encountered a street busker, melodious melodious, sentimental, attracting many pedestrians have to Lost money in the money tank. An instant effort, the money is full of jars, but the bartender’s face did not look a happy expression. “Has made a lot of money, why is not he happy?” Tourists looking at the artist who is still depressed face, asked puzzled. “Maybe he needs a round of applause. ” A friend said lightly. The heart of the tourist was touched, she slowly