一个寒冷的冬天,小镇上来了一群逃难的人。他们面呈菜色,骨瘦如柴。善良而朴实的小镇居民,家家烧火做饭,款待他们。这些逃难的人,显然很久没有吃到这么好的食物了,他们连一句感谢的话也顾不上说,就狼吞虎咽地吃起来。只有一个人例外,这是一个脸色苍白、疲惫不堪的年轻人。当杰克逊大叔将食物送到他面前时,他仰起头问“先生,吃您这么多东西,您有什么活儿需要我做吗?”杰克逊大叔心想,给逃难的人一顿饭吃,每个善良的人都会这么做。于是他回答“不,我没有什么活儿需要您做。” A cold winter, the town came a group of refugees. They are dish dishes, scrawny. Kind and simple town residents, every family cook, treat them. Obviously these fleeing people, for a long time, had not eaten such good food, and they grumbily ate even one thank-you note. With one exception, this is a pale, exhausted young man. When Uncle Jackson brought the food in front of him, he looked up and asked, “Sir, eat so much, what do you need me to do?” Uncle Jackson thought to give the fugitive a meal to eat A good person will do this. So he replied “No, I do not have any work to do for you.”