有一件小事，卻于我有意義，將我從壞脾氣里拖開，使我至今忘記不得。這是民國六年的冬天，大北風刮得正猛，我因為生計關系，不得一早在路上走。一路幾乎遇不見人，好容易才雇定了一輛人力車，教他拉到S門去，不一會，北風小了，路上浮塵早已刮凈，剩下一條潔白的大道來，車夫也跑得更快。剛進S門，忽而車把上帶著一個人，慢慢地倒了。
One minor incident, however, which struck me as significant and jolted me out of my irritability, remained fixed even now in my memory. It was the winter of 1917. a north wind was blustering, but the urgency of earning my living forced me to be up and out early. I met scarcely a soul on the road, but eventually managed to hire a rickshaw to take me to Gate S. Soon the wind dropped a little, having blown away the drifts of dust on the road to leave a clean broad way ahead, and the rickshaw man quickened his pace. We were just approaching Gate S when we knocked into someone who slowly toppled over.
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