目前对俺来说，移民加拿大的好处就是俺英文的进步超过了想移民前前20年的总和....
There is a joke:
Eighty years ago, there was a poor peasant worker who worked in a small town as a servant of the Kuo Min Tang lord of the county.
One day morning, after all night gunfire burst outskirt of the town, some of his fellow peasants in his village came to him and pulled him to a quiet corner of street and asked him, "the communist Red Army have reached several miles away from here and we are going to join them for KMT has failed to give us a good life. If we join them and one day they get success, we all can strut in this town like your KMT lord. Would you like to go with us?"
But this peasant worker was one of the most prissy guys in his village. "Are you all crazy?" He answered with disapproval,"my lord have told me the Red Army came here because the powerful government army chased them here. If we joined them and they failed, we would all be hanged. It is not good for us to join the Red Army!"
But his fellow villagers didn't listen to him. They knew as a servant of the county lord, he could eat his fill with the lord's dog from the remain food of his lord's daily luxury banquet while they were eating bran, so they all went for Red Army to seek their would-be good life.
The time elapsed quickly and twenty years has passed. One day morning, after the gunfire burst outskirt of the town overnight again, some of his fellow servants pulled him to a corner of his lord's already empty office and told him," our lord had fled to an island named Taiwan yesterday and we'll soon have a new lord."
The peasant was eager to see what his new lord look like and he also was eager to know whether he could keep his not bad job. Several hours later, after a sharp screech of a jeep's brake, his new lord came. But the peasant hid his face behind his fellows with horror because he had spotted out his new lord was one of his fellow villagers who ever asked him to join the Red Army.
The poor peasant spent all night on the roof of the tallest building of the town with shame and regret. "Why was I so stupid to refuse to join Red Army? What is good to me to stand with my KMT lord?" After failed to figure out the answer of his question, he jump off the building next morning and died.
In the hell, when he was wondering whether he would live lonely in this cold, lifeless world, he heard some familiar tongues called him. They were those his fellow villagers who ever called him to join the Red Army, all of them except the one who had been his new lord. But he almost could not spot them out for they were not in their original shapes. Some of them absents legs, some of them absents arms, some of them whose breasts were blasted by cannonballs, some of them whose heads drooped for breaking neck in gallows...when he asked them why they represented like this, all these guys cried, "Do you think the success of revolution could gain without cost? Why didn't we listen your advise to content with KMT's meals of bran? Look at us, what are good for us to join the Red Army?"
There is a joke:
Eighty years ago, there was a poor peasant worker who worked in a small town as a servant of the Kuo Min Tang lord of the county.
One day morning, after all night gunfire burst outskirt of the town, some of his fellow peasants in his village came to him and pulled him to a quiet corner of street and asked him, "the communist Red Army have reached several miles away from here and we are going to join them for KMT has failed to give us a good life. If we join them and one day they get success, we all can strut in this town like your KMT lord. Would you like to go with us?"
But this peasant worker was one of the most prissy guys in his village. "Are you all crazy?" He answered with disapproval,"my lord have told me the Red Army came here because the powerful government army chased them here. If we joined them and they failed, we would all be hanged. It is not good for us to join the Red Army!"
But his fellow villagers didn't listen to him. They knew as a servant of the county lord, he could eat his fill with the lord's dog from the remain food of his lord's daily luxury banquet while they were eating bran, so they all went for Red Army to seek their would-be good life.
The time elapsed quickly and twenty years has passed. One day morning, after the gunfire burst outskirt of the town overnight again, some of his fellow servants pulled him to a corner of his lord's already empty office and told him," our lord had fled to an island named Taiwan yesterday and we'll soon have a new lord."
The peasant was eager to see what his new lord look like and he also was eager to know whether he could keep his not bad job. Several hours later, after a sharp screech of a jeep's brake, his new lord came. But the peasant hid his face behind his fellows with horror because he had spotted out his new lord was one of his fellow villagers who ever asked him to join the Red Army.
The poor peasant spent all night on the roof of the tallest building of the town with shame and regret. "Why was I so stupid to refuse to join Red Army? What is good to me to stand with my KMT lord?" After failed to figure out the answer of his question, he jump off the building next morning and died.
In the hell, when he was wondering whether he would live lonely in this cold, lifeless world, he heard some familiar tongues called him. They were those his fellow villagers who ever called him to join the Red Army, all of them except the one who had been his new lord. But he almost could not spot them out for they were not in their original shapes. Some of them absents legs, some of them absents arms, some of them whose breasts were blasted by cannonballs, some of them whose heads drooped for breaking neck in gallows...when he asked them why they represented like this, all these guys cried, "Do you think the success of revolution could gain without cost? Why didn't we listen your advise to content with KMT's meals of bran? Look at us, what are good for us to join the Red Army?"
