1. Whenever you feel like criticizing someone, you must remember that not everyone in this world has what you have.

Whenever you feel like criticizing any one, just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.

2. People's sense of good and evil There are differences from birth.

A sense of the fundamental decencies is parceled out unequally at birth.

3. Some people’s characters seem to be built on solid rocks, and some seem to be built in mire. But beyond a certain limit, I don't care what it's built on.

Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but after a certain point I don't care what it's founded on.

4. By this time, the sky was already dark. When we got down, our row of brightly lit windows overlooking the city must have made people who occasionally looked up on the street feel that some of the secrets of mankind must be here. I am also such a passerby, raising my head Looking at it in surprise. I was both inside and outside of things, attracted and repelled by endless cups of colorful life.

Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without , simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.

5. He smiled with understanding and consideration - this smile has more meaning than understanding and consideration. This is the kind of rare smile that can quickly calm down your uneasy mood. This kind of smile can happen to you at most four or five times in your life. It first faces—or seems to face—the entire external world for an instant, and then it devotes all its attention to you, full of an irresistible preference for you. It understands you just as much as you want to be understood, it trusts you just as much as you are usually willing to trust yourself, and it reassures you that its impression of you is exactly what you want it to be. Caused so much.

He smiled understandingly—much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, which you may come across four or five times in life. It faced—or seemed to face—the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just so far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.

6. Everyone thinks that he has at least one major virtue. My virtue is: I am One of the few honest people I have ever known.

Everyone suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues and this

7. There are only the pursued and the pursuer, the busy and the tired in the world.

There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.

8. He devoted himself wholeheartedly to it with a creative emotion, constantly The earth adds content to it, adorning it with every beautiful feather that floats in his path. Who knows how many fiery passions and fresh ideas can be stored in a person's turbulent heart.

He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

9. He is the Son of God. If this word has any other meaning, its original meaning can only be used here. He will devote himself to and serve the cause of the Heavenly Father. For this broad and vulgar, flashy and beautiful cause.

He was a son of God—a phrase which, if it means anything, means just that—and he must be about His Father's business, the service of a vast, vulgar, and meretricious beauty.

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10. Many emotions were revealed on her face, as if the photographic paper being developed showed the scene bit by bit.

So encrossed was she that she had no consciousness of being observed, and one emotion after another crept into her face like objects into a slowly developing picture.

11. I was awake all night I slept; the fog horn kept sounding sadly on Thunder Bay. I tossed and turned as if I was sick, unable to distinguish which was the hideous reality and which was the terrible nightmare.

I couldn't sleep all night; a fog-horn was groaning incessantly on the Sound, and I tossed half-sick between grotesque reality and savage, frightening dreams.

12. She disappeared into her luxurious house and her rich and fulfilling life, leaving Gatsby with nothing.

She vanished into her rich house, into her rich, full life, leaving Gatsby—nothing.

13. Gatsby felt more deeply than ever before what wealth can bestow. The charm of youth and the mystery it can hold, I feel the freshness and pleasantness of the beautiful clothes, realize that Daisy is shining like silver, and she is proud of the desperate struggle of hardworking people for life. .

Gatsby was overwhelmingly aware of the youth and mystery that wealth imprisons and preserves, of the freshness of many clothes, and of Daisy, gleaming like silver, safe and proud above the hot struggles of the poor.

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14. From these words, apart from a glimpse of how deeply he thinks about the tension of this immeasurable situation, what else can be inferred?

What could you make of that, except to suspect some intensity in his conception of the affair that couldn't be measured?

15. If this situation is true, he Shi must have felt that he had lost his original warm world, and felt the high price he paid for living only in a dream for so long.

At that time, he must have looked up at the terrifying leaves and saw a strange sky. He must have been trembling when he discovered that the roses turned out to be so strangely shaped. The sunlight shining on the sparse grass blades It's so vulgar. This is a new world without real objects, where poor ghosts float around in the wind, sucking dreams like air.

If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about.

16. I am thirty years old. If I were five years younger, I might deceive myself into calling this a virtue.

I'm thirty. I'm five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor.

17. The moonlight gradually rose, and the seemingly small houses began to blend into the melting scenery. Under the moonlight, the enchanting beauty of this ancient island in the eyes of Dutch navigators gradually emerged before my eyes - the green chest of a new world. Its now-defunct trees (cut down to build the house where Gatsby lived) once sweetly fanned man's last and greatest dreams; for that brief magical moment, man must have been He held his breath in front of this continent, unable to help being absorbed in the enjoyment of a beauty that he neither understood nor expected, seeing face to face for the last time in history a landscape that matched the power of his sense of wonder. .

And as the moon rose higher the inessential houses began to melt away until gradually I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailors' eyes—a fresh, green breast of the new world. Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby's house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.

18. He came to this blue grass after a slow pursuit , his dream must have been so close to him that he could hardly miss it. He didn't know that his dream had been left behind him, hidden in the darkness outside the city, where the dark land of Japan and China stretched in the night...

He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city , where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.

19. To this end, we will push forward against the tide that keeps retreating to the past.

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.