读得不好，夜深了还要搞别de事情，我太忙了，要不大家帮个忙? 笑一下？@_@
A KIND SPIRIT
The old man was on his deathbed, when the wonderful smell of a freshly baked cake reached his nostrils.
“Honey, could I have a piece of cake?” – he called out to his wife. “I would like to pass away, with the taste of something good on my lips.”
“No, you cannot. This cake is for the wake.”
