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The general searched and searched but couldn't find anyone. It seemed that everyone had their own problems, and no one was truly happy. Two days passed. Just as he was about to give up, he saw a poor man on the street. He was eating with his hands and singing happily to himself. The general went up to him.
那位將軍找啊找，但沒能找到一個人。似乎每一個人都有他們自己的問題，沒有人真正快樂。兩天過去了。正當他要放棄時，他看到街上有一個窮人。他正在用手吃飯，快樂地自己唱著歌。那位將軍走上前去。
General: Hello! I'm the king's top general.
將軍：你好！我是國王的上將。
Man: Hi, General. What can I do for you today?
窮人：你好，將軍。今天我能為你做些什么？
General: I heard you singing just now, and you sound very happy.
將軍：我剛才聽到你在唱歌，聽起來你很快樂。
Man: That's because I am happy.
窮人：那是因為我很快樂。
General: But I don't understand. What makes you so happy? You have no power, money or fame.
將軍：但是我不明白。什么使你如此快樂？你沒有權(quán)力、金錢和名譽。
Man: I have everything I want, and I don't want what I can't have. So I'm happy, and my song comes from the happiness in my heart.
窮人：我有我想要的一切，我不想要我沒有的東西。因此我很快樂，我的歌曲來自于我內(nèi)心的幸福。
General: Then I need to give your shirt to the king. Is it there in your bag? How much do you want for it?
將軍：那么我需要把你的襯衫交給國王。它在你的包里嗎？你想要多少錢？
Man: Shirt? What shirt? I don't own any shirts!
窮人：襯衫？什么襯衫？我沒有襯衫！
