羽毛枕头如何清洗 羽毛枕头

　　我们说过的话就像是风中一吹即散的羽毛，一旦说出口就无法收回，所以我们要谨言慎行，以免给别人带去无法弥补的伤害。　　In a small town somewhere in Eastern Europe lived a nice businessman with a nasty1) problem: he talked too much about other people. He loved the attention he got, and was delighted when people laughed because of the way he told his "anecdotes", which he sometimes embellished2) with little details he invented to make them funnier and juicier3).
　　One day he found out something really weird4) about another businessman in town. Of course he felt compelled5) to share what he knew with his colleagues, who told it to their friends, who told it to people they knew. It went around town, till the unhappy businessman who was the main character in the story heard it. He ran to the rabbi6) of the town and wailed7) and complained8) that he was ruined! Nobody would want to deal with him after this.
　　The rabbi decided to summon9) the man who loved to tell stories. When the nice man with the nasty problem saw the rabbi, he said he had not considered it such a big deal to tell this story, because it was true. The rabbi sighed.
　　"True, not true, that really makes no difference! You just cannot tell stories about people. This is all lashon hara10), slander11), and it"s like murder—you kill a person"s reputation." He said a lot more, and the man now felt really bad and sorry. "What can I do to make it undone?" he sobbed. "I will do anything you say!"
　　The rabbi looked at him. "Do you have any feather pillows in your house?" "Rabbi, I am not poor; I have a whole bunch of them."
　　"Then bring me one."
　　The man was mystified12), but he returned a bit later to the rabbi"s study with a nice fluffy13) pillow under his arm. The rabbi opened the window and handed him a knife. "Cut it open!"
　　"But Rabbi, here in your study? It will make a mess!"
　　"Do as I say!"
　　The man cut the pillow. A cloud of feathers came out. They landed on the chairs and on the bookcase, on the clock, on the cat which jumped after them. They floated over the table and into the teacups, and a lot of them flew out of the window in a big swirling14), whirling15) trail.
　　The rabbi waited ten minutes. Then he ordered the man, "Now bring me back all the feathers, and stuff them back in your pillow. All of them, mind you. Not one may be missing!"
　　The man stared at the rabbi in disbelief. "That is impossible, Rabbi. The ones here in the room I might get, most of them, but the ones that flew out of the window are gone. Rabbi, I can"t do that, you know it!"