英文
FEBRUARY 8.
For a week past we have had the most wretched weather: but this to me is a blessing; for, during my residence here, not a single fine day has beamed from the heavens, but has been lost to me by the intrusion of somebody. During the severity of rain, sleet, frost, and storm, I congratulate myself that it cannot be worse indoors than abroad, nor worse abroad than it is within doors; and so I become reconciled. When the sun rises bright in the morning, and promises a glorious day, I never omit to exclaim, “There, now, they have another blessing from Heaven, which they will be sure to destroy: they spoil everything,—health, fame, happiness, amusement; and they do this generally through folly, ignorance, or imbecility, and always, according to their own account, with the best intentions!” I could often beseech them, on my bended knees, to be less resolved upon their own destruction.
中文
二月八日
八天来天气坏得不能再坏，但对于我却太好啦。须知，自从我到此地以后，还没有一个天气好的日子不是让人破坏了或者搞得不痛快的。“哈，这会儿你尽管下雨、飞雪、降霜、结冰好了，”我想，“我反正待在屋子里也不会比外面坏，或者恰恰相反，倒好一些。”每当早上太阳升起，预示着有一个好日子的时候，我便忍不住要嚷：“今儿个上帝又降了一个恩惠，好让他们去你抢我夺啦！”他们互相抢夺着健康、荣誉、欢乐和休息，而且这样做多半是出于愚昧无知和心胸狭隘；可你要听他们讲起来，存心却又像好得不能再好了。我有时真想跪下去求他们，别这么发疯似的大动肝火好不好。
