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On the top 2nd floor, Xiao Wang's translation is good.

The first floor is pure foolishness.

Since the decline in mortality affects infants and young children first and not other age groups, the real impact is usually not seen until that segment of the population that would otherwise die is older, when they need to be educated, food and clothing, and society as a whole creates jobs and houses on an unprecedented scale

Note: The Realization of the Effects: The real impact that was made.

on a scale never before imagined.

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The decline in mortality affects infants and young children first, not other age groups. However, it will take some time for people to realize the impact of the decline in mortality. Wait until the children who would have died grow up and start school, dress, and eat.

And the impact of our society will become more and more evident as it creates jobs and enough housing for these children on an unprecedented scale. (Because there is no context, I translate it according to my own understanding, which should mean that the mortality rate has decreased, but the pressure and burden on society will also increase as the child grows up.) Hope it helps! ）

Since the initial impact on infant mortality declines more than any other age group, it is often a somewhat sluggish response to the effects of the decline in mortality achieved to those who are about to die in an era where they must be educated, clothed, fed, and work and family must create for them on a scale never imagined.

Learning experiences happen to us throughout our lives. Not long ago, I had one that I wanted to share with you.

I was thinking about Marbur my sailing team. The team raced on the 85-mile highway when we realized we were all hungry. Luckily, we saw an early rest area.

I have a brand of new $20 bill. I'm so excited because I've never had that kind of cash before. But spending on food, as if throwing it away, we all rushed into the pizza line.

Finally, I got a pizza and drink and walked over to my table. About half of the meal passed before I realized that I hadn't actually handed over my money to the cashier. I just walked out of the stuffy Bi Tong, no one noticed, and I felt terrible.

My conscience (conscience) opens its mouth and swallows a big bite from me. I can't get it. I couldn't go back to the cashier and pay for my stolen pizza.

I was so sad that I refused, for fear someone would say, give yourself an ice cream for fun "Hey, Jeff, why don't you use the change from pizza, how nice would that be the new $20 bill?" "I'm not so proud of my cash right now.

For the next two years, whenever I was reminded of the "pizza incident," I wanted to say to myself, "Don't think about it." ”

There are two things I learned from this experience. Maybe I'm a fool to let my conscience be too stupid to appreciate free pizza. But the real lesson is that even if you stay away from what you've done, your conscience will catch up with you.

This reflects that "one coward (coward) dies, more than a thousand people die, and one hero dies." "I'm a coward, and I think it's terrible, and the accident is at least a thousand times greater. If I were a hero and backsliding on paying for pizza, I'd feel a little uncomfortable only once, or twice.

Our lives are filled with experiences. Not long ago, I gained an experience that I would love to share with you.

I went to Marblehead with my sailing team. We were moving down the highway at 85 mph when we were feeling hungry. Luckily, we saw a rest area ahead.

I have a brand new $20 note. I'm thrilled that there has never been such a banknote. But taking it to buy something to eat is like throwing it away.

We all rushed into the pizzeria.

Eventually, I took a pizza and a drink and walked to the table. Halfway through the meal, I remembered that I hadn't paid the bill yet. I walked out of the pizzeria and no one noticed. It feels terrible.

My conscience opened wide and took a big bite of me. I couldn't forget it, and I didn't dare to go back and pay the bills for the pizza I ate. I was annoyed that I couldn't get myself an ice cream, afraid that someone would say, "Jeff, why don't you pay with a pizza and be willing to spend your brand new $20?"

I'm not honored for that note anymore.

For the next two years, whenever I thought about the Pisa incident, I told myself not to think about it anymore.

I learned two things from this. My conscience was condemned, though perhaps it was silly, and too stupid not to be grateful for such a free pizza. But what I want to say is that even if you run away from the mistakes you have made, your conscience will never be at peace.

This fulfills the famous saying: a coward dies a thousand times, but a brave man dies only once. I'm a coward, and I've been scared about that thing a thousand times. If I were a hero and dared to go back and pay off the Pissa, I would only feel guilty for it once, maybe twice.