The quiet life  of the country has never appealed to me. City born and city bred. I have always
regarded the country  as something  you  look    at through    a train  window,    or  something  you
occasional visit during the weekend. Most of my friends live in the city, yet they always go into
raptures at the mere mention of the country. Though they extol the virtues of the peaceful life, only
one of them has ever gone to live in the country and he was back in town within six months. Even
he still lives under the illusion that country life is somehow superior to town life. He is forever
talking about the friendly people, the clean atmosphere, the closeness to nature and the gentle pace
of living. Nothing can be compared, he maintains, with the first cock crow, the twittering of birds
at dawn, the sight of the rising sun glinting on the trees and pastures. This idyllic pastoral scene is only part of the picture. My friend fails to mention the long and friendless winter evenings in front of the TV -- virtually the only form of entertainment. He says nothing about the poor selection of goods in the shops, or about those unfortunate people who have to travel from the country to the city every day to get to work. Why people are prepared to tolerate a four-hour journey each day
for the dubious privilege of living in the country is beyond me. They could be saved so much misery and expense if they chose to live in the city where they rightly belong. If you can do without the few pastoral pleasures of the country, you will find the city can provide you with the
best that life can offer. You never have to travel miles to see your friends. They invariably live nearby and are always available for an informal chat or an evening's entertainment. Some of my acquaintances in the country come up to town once or twice a year to visit the theatre as a special treat. For them this is a major operation which involves considerable planning. As the play draws
to its close, they wonder whether they will ever catch that last train home. The city dweller never experiences anxieties of this sort. The latest exhibitions, films, or plays are only a short bus ride away. Shopping, too, is always a pleasure. There is so much variety that you never have to make do with second best. Country people run wild when they go shopping in the city and stagger home loaded with as many of the exotic items as they can carry. Nor is the city without its moments of beauty. There is something comforting about the warm glow shed by advertisements on cold wet winter nights. Few things could be more impressive than the peace that descends on deserted city streets at weekends when the thousands that travel to work every day are tucked away in their homes in the country. It has always been a mystery to me why city dwellers, who appreciate all these th
ings, obstinately pretend that they would prefer to live in the country.
The quiet life of the country has never appealed to me. City born and city bred.
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自贡菜[?'pil] vi. appeal 的基本意思是强烈的请求他人注意某事或希望他人认真考虑自己的请求
,即“呼吁”
appeal
“恳求”呼吁；有吸引力；求助；诉请;
(吸引某人 )
appeal to sb.
appeal to the court (向法院上诉 )，
appeal to history ( 弓|证历史 )，
appeal to the public
(向大众呼吁 )
，
appeal to patriotism (引起爱国心  )，
appeal to force ( 求助于武力 )
breed[brid] 化学平衡vi.运动会通讯稿范文繁殖；饲养；产生    (过去式  bred)
bread[br?d]n. 面包；生计  vt. 在 河道保洁, 上洒面包屑
宁静的乡村生活从来没有吸引过我。我生在城市，长在城市，

I have always regarded the country as something you look at through a train window, or something you
occasional visit during the weekend.

regard[r?'ɡɑ rd]n.
注意；尊重；问候；凝视
vt.
注重，考虑；看待；尊敬；把
, 看作；与
, 有关
vi.  注意，forever是什么意思