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还记得小时候顽皮的你吗？还记得那时妈妈的谆谆教导爸爸的严厉批评呢？还记得你大声地哭泣安慰你，擦掉眼泪的那个人吗？孩子，当我老去时，请试着了解我。Dear son...孩子…The day that you see me old and I am already not， have patience and try to understand me …哪天你看到我日渐老去，身体也渐渐不行，请耐着性子试着了解我……If I get dirty when eating… if I cannot dress… have patience.如果我吃的脏兮兮，如果我不会穿衣服……有耐性一点……Remember the hours I spent teaching it to you.你记得我曾花多久时间教你这些事吗?If， when I speak to you，I repeat the same things thousand and one times…如果，当我一再重复述说Do not interrupt me… listen to me同样的事情…不要打断我，听我说….When you were small， I had to read to you thousand and one times the same story until you get to sleep…你小时候，我必须一遍又一遍的读着同样的故事，直到你静静睡着……..When I do not want to have a shower，neither shame me nor scold me…当我不想洗澡，不要羞辱我也不要责骂我……Remember when I had to chase you with thousand excuses I invented， in order that you wanted to bath…你记得小时后我曾编出多少理由，只为了哄你洗澡…..When you see my ignorance on new technologies… give me the necessary time and not look at me with your mocking smile…当你看到我对新科技的无知，给我一点时间，不要挂着嘲弄的微笑看着我

Life full of confusing and dordering Particular time, a particular location, Do the arranged thing of ten million time in the brain, Step by step , the life hard to avoid delicacy and stiffness No enthusiasm forever, No unexpected happening of surpring and pleasing So, only silently ask myself in mind Next happiness, when will come?

人生的纷纷扰扰，杂杂乱乱， 在一个特定的时间，特定的地点， 做脑海中安排千万遍的事， 一步一骤，人生难免精致，却也死板， 永远没有激情，没有意料之外的惊喜。 于是，也只有在心里默默地问： 下一班幸福，几点开？

Dark light, just light each other. The responsibility that you and my shoulders take together, the such as one dust covers up. Afraid only afraid the light suddenly put out in theendless dark night and Countless loneliness

暗黄的灯光，仅仅也只能照射过彼此。 你、我肩上共同担当的责任，犹如一片灰尘遮掩。 怕只怕灯丝的突然熄灭在这无尽的黑夜。数不尽的孤单。

Always insting. Use iron scoop too cold; Use porcelain scoop too weak; A wood scoop, engraved veins safely, engraved sky’s wasteland and glebe’s old. Just as happiness born in the years, not insolent, the every act and move blooms quietly

一直坚持着。用铁勺太冰冷；用瓷勺又太脆弱； 一只只木勺，刻出纹理安然，刻出天荒地老。 一如岁月中隐忍着的幸福，不张狂，举手投足间悄然绽放

Hope always more expect, engrave a bone a fat lot looked Clear can touch, just don t know where end . Can not find to come to the road of hour, just because of eying foot too very carefully.

希望总是多过盼望，刻骨而又络络可见， 清晰可触，只是不知道终结在哪儿。 找不到来时的路，只是因为太小心翼翼的注视脚下。

Then the wandering soul wild crane stands still the memory river Lten to whtle play tightly ring slowly, Water res a ship to go medium long things of the past. Wait for a ship’s person Wait for one and other, But hesitate always should ascend which ship Msed Had to consign the hope to next time, Finally what to wait for until has no boats and ships to come and go, Sunset west .

再孤魂野鹤的伫立记忆河头， 听着哨子的紧奏慢响， 水涨船行中的悠悠往事。 等船的人儿， 等一班又一班， 却始终犹豫着该登哪一只。 错过的， 只好把希望寄托到下一回， 终究等到的是没有船只的过往， 日落西头 。

Six words really talk to solveeach round to return to bitterness. Heart of lotus opens, body side of genial breezes walks. Constantly, only one pond water. Ripple but have no language, guarded happiness of th pond. Th from cradle to the grave one a life time

六字真言解每一个轮回苦。 心头荷花开，身畔暖风走。 不变的，只有那一池水。 荡漾而无语，守住这一池的幸福。 这就是一生一世

Happiness so much simple, on your center of palm, a match a hand can grasp; Happiness also very difficult, before your heel, A thousand mountains and rivers but blunder away because of Doing not turn a head

幸福好简单，就在你手心上，一合手就能握住； 幸福又好难，就在你脚跟前， 千山万水却因没有转头而错失

Never believe, next will be better, Blunder away, never repair return of regret. Even met the god of shining in a dream, Never ask: "Next happiness, when will come?"

千万不要相信，下一个会更好， 错失，就是补不回的遗憾。 即使在梦中，遇见那熠熠的神明， 也永远不要问：“下一班幸福，几点开 ？"

Man's youth is a wonderful thing： it is so full of anguish and of magic and he never comes to know it as it is， until it has gone from him forever. It is the thing he cannot bear to lose， it is the thing whose passing he watches with infinite sorrow and regret， it is the thing whose loss with a sad and secret joy， the thing he would never willingly relive again， could it be restored to him by any magic.

青春奇妙无穷，充满魅力，充满痛楚。青春年少的时候根本不知青春为何物，直到青春一去不复返了才对青春有了真正的认识。谁都想让青春永驻，不忍青春离去； 眼睁睁地看着青春流逝，心中会涌起无穷的忧伤和惋惜；青春的失去是人们永远感到悲哀的事；青春的失去是人们真正觉得悲喜交集的事；即便奇迹出现青春复苏， 谁都不会心甘情愿重度青春的岁月。

Why is this? The reason is that the strange and bitter miracle of life is nowhere else so evident as in our youth. And what is the essence of that strange and bitter miracle of life which we feel so poignant ， so unutterable， with such a bitter pain and joy， when we are young? It is this： that being rich， we are so poor； that being mighty， we can yet have nothing； that seeing， breathig， smelling， tasting all around us the impossible wealth and glory of this earth， feeling with an intolerable certitude that the whole structure of the enchanted life – the most fortunate， wealthy， good， and happy life that any man has ever known – is ours – is ours at once， immediately and forever， the moment that we choose to take a step， or stretch a hand， or say a word—— we yet know that we can really keep， hold， take， and possess forever—— nothing. All passes； nothing lasts： the moment that we put our hand upon it ， it melts away like smoke， is gone forever， and the snake is eating at our heart again； we see then what we are and what our lives must come to.

为什么如此？因为在青春时代，生活充满了奇特而辛酸的'不可思议的事。我们在青春年少时带着悲喜交集的心情，十分强烈而不可名状地感受到人生的奇特辛酸、不 可思议的经历。其实质是什么呢？其实质是这样的：青春年少的时候，虽然殷实富足，却非常贫穷；虽然力气强大，却一无所有；世间的富贵荣华触目皆是，简直可 以呼吸到，闻到嗅到，还可以品尝到，心中的自信按捺不住，深切地感受到整个被陶醉了的生活——人类迄今为止所知道的最幸运、最富有的美好幸福的生活， 只要我们决定向前迈步，奋发努力，便立即归我们所有了，并将永远属于我们。然而，我们知道，我们真的永远不能抓到什么，永远不能获得什么，永远不能占有什 么。一切匆匆过去，荡然无存。我们一出手它就烟消云散，飘然而去，一去不复返了。于是，心中泛起阵阵隐痛，看到了自己真实的面孔，看到了自己未来生活的必 然走向。