一生的幸运

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   About sixty years before, a child named Borty was playing one day with a group of naughty1 boys. When they were playing happily, an incident happened. An elder2 child picked up3 Borty and threw him into the sky. When Borty fell down, the big child did not catch him but rather let him fall on the ground. As a result, Borty’s leg broke.
   He had to wear heavy plaster4 while lying in bed for several months. The worst thing was that his leg bone did not heal5. It was a terrible thing to a little child. Little Borty screamed6 in pain and fear.
   This was a tragedy7, but now Borty had a new idea that he was now one of the most famous writers in the world. Maybe you are not familiar with the name of Borty, but when I mention8 the name Wells, you must know it. Maybe you have read some books of his. He wrote more than 75 books. Wells thought that breaking his leg was a lucky thing for him. It made him to stay at home for one year. In the year he read many books, because he had nothing to do except that. It made him very interested in literature9. He became enlightened10 by these books. So his staying home was a turning point11 for him. Later he be-came the writer in the world whose income was highest.
   六十多年前,一个叫伯蒂的孩子和一群顽童玩耍,他们玩得正起劲,一件意外的事发生了:一个大孩子把伯蒂抓了起来,高高地抛到空中,他落下来的时候,这个大孩子竟然没有去接他,而是让他直接跌了下来。结果伯蒂在这个恶作剧中摔断了腿。
   他不得不绑着重重的石膏,在床上躺了好几个月。更让他苦恼的是,他的腿骨一直没有完全恢复。对一个孩子来说,这是一件很可怕的事,小伯蒂常常在痛苦和恐惧中尖叫。
   这本来是一个悲剧,但是,今天的伯蒂对这事件有了不同的看法。如今他已是全世界最负盛名的作家之一。伯蒂这个名字也许你不太熟悉,但是说到韦尔斯,你肯定知道,而且,你很可能已经读过他的某些作品了。到目前为止,他至少已经写了75本书。现在,韦尔斯自己也认为,小时候摔断腿对他来说是一件幸运的事。因为这使他不得不在屋子里呆了一年。在这一年里,他贪婪地阅读他所能读到的每一本书,因为除了读书他根本没有别的事能做。这一年使他产生了对书籍和文学的深深热爱。他从书中得到了启发和鼓励。于是,摔断腿就成了他一生的转折点。韦尔斯成了全世界上收入最高的作家之一。
  

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