双城记

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the year of wisdom, it was the year of ignorance, it was the time of faith, it was the time of doubt, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of disappointment. We are all going straight to heaven, we are all heading in the opposite direction-in short, it was very similar to what it is now, and some of the noisiest authorities insisted on using the superlative adjective to describe it. If you say it is good, it is the highest; if you say it is bad, it is also the highest.