填空题 Henry David Thoreau—Why I Went to the Woods
Let us spend one day as deliberately as Nature, and not be thrown off the track by every nutshell and mosquito's wing that falls on the rails. Let us rise early and fast, or breakfast, gently and without perturbation; let company come and let company go, let the bells ring and the children cry—determined to make a day of it. Why should we knock under and go with the stream? Let us not be upset and {{U}} {{U}} 21 {{/U}} {{/U}}in that terrible rapid and whirlpool called a {{U}} {{U}} 22 {{/U}} {{/U}}, situated in the meridian shallows. Weather this {{U}} {{U}} 23 {{/U}} {{/U}}and you are safe, for the rest of the way is down {{U}} {{U}} 24 {{/U}} {{/U}}. With unrelaxed nerves, with morning vigor, sail by it, {{U}} {{U}} 25 {{/U}} {{/U}}another way, tied to the mast like Ulysses. If the engine {{U}} {{U}} 26 {{/U}} {{/U}}, let it whistle till it is hoarse for its pains. If the bell {{U}} {{U}} 27 {{/U}} {{/U}}, why should we run? We will consider what kind of {{U}} {{U}} 28 {{/U}} {{/U}}they are like. Let us settle ourselves, and work and {{U}} {{U}} 29 {{/U}} {{/U}}our feet downward through the mud and slush of {{U}} {{U}} 30 {{/U}} {{/U}}, and prejudice, and tradition, and delusion, and appearance, {{U}} {{U}} 31 {{/U}} {{/U}}alluvion which covers the globe, through Paris and London, through {{U}} {{U}} 32 {{/U}} {{/U}}and philosophy and religion, till we come to a hard {{U}} {{U}} 33 {{/U}} {{/U}}and rocks in place.
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