One day,going hme from school,I came to understand for the first time how costly haste can be.The sky was very dark,and people were walking quickly across the streets through the afternoon traffic.The air was heavy,and lightning flickered here and there behind the overcast.Suddenly,a soft wind moved through the trees,setting them tossing and swaying;and then came a great gust,sending leaves and papers scurrying,and rattling shop signs.And then rain started to pour.Everyone began to run in a frenzied scramble for shelter.At the street corner ahead of me,two girls,running from different directions,crashed together.A boy riding a bicycle slammed on his brakes to avoid them,and he went skidding,out of control,into the middle of the street.A car caught him squarely.Next day,still stunned,I read in the paper that he had died on the way to the hospital.people should not lose their heads at the very time they need them most.Haste makes waste.
一天,从学校hme,我第一次来理解如何昂贵的匆忙。天空很黑,在大街上走,人们很快通过下午的交通。空气重,和闪电闪烁,在阴暗的后面。突然间,一股柔风穿过树木,设置他们扔和摇曳;然后是一个伟大的阵风,把叶子和论文疾走,,商店的招牌。然后雨开始倒。每个人都开始运行在一个疯狂的争夺避难所。在街角我的前面,两个女孩,从不同的方向,撞在一起。一个男孩骑自行车猛地一脚刹车,避免他们,他就打滑失控,到中间的街道。一辆汽车正好抓住了他。第二天,还是震惊了,我在报纸上读到他死在去医院的路上。人们不应该失去他们最需要他们的时候。欲速则不达。