有一个地方,那里的人冬天踏着冰雪过河,夏天蹚着齐腰深的水过河。于是有一个人用木头搭建了一座小桥。从此后大家就都从桥上过河了,桥当然也就显得有些拥挤,人们就抱怨开了:“他干的这是什么事啊!修这么个桥,存心是想让大家挤来挤去。”这个人又在自己家附近挖了一口井。人们边从井里往外提着一桶桶清澈甘洌的井水边发着牢骚:“别人都没有井,也没觉得有什么不方便。就他,非要挖口井,还挖在了自己家门前!”为了遮挡盛夏炎炎的烈日,这个人把街道两旁 There is a place where people march through the ice in winter and cross the river in the summer with a waist-deep water. So a man built a small bridge with wood. Since then everyone has been crossing the bridge, and of course the bridge is a bit crowded. People complained: “What did he do? This bridge is built with the intention of squeezing everyone out. Go.” This man dug a well near his home again. People complained from the well and carried a bucket of clean, well-being water: ”No one else has a well, nor does it feel inconvenient. For him, he has to dig a well and dig it in. In front of his home!" To shield the scorching sun in the middle of the summer, this person took sides of the street.