发布时间：2012-3-23 13:41:00|| 点击：2008次|| 文章分类：翻译学习|| 发布人：翻译家(Fanyijia.com)
Life is full of confusing and disordering. At a particular time, particular location, do the arranged thing of ten million time in the brain. Step by step , the life is hard to avoid delicacy and stiffness. No enthusiasm forever, no unexpected happening of surprising and pleasing. So, only silently ask myself in mind: Next happiness, when will come?
When our family relationship, friendship, love and personal relationship became four cups different thick and subtle tea, at push a cup to change, always have absentminded hesitation: Which on earth cup that is supposed to be first degusted in the best taste time, which final cup? Then the different person always have a different choice. Big customs under of the small customs is always not allowed, stick to a final twist, always wish to obtain an additional happiness.
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 is suddenly put out in the endless dark night and countless loneliness.
Always insisting. Use iron scoop is too cold; use porcelain scoop is 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.
Hope is always more expect, engrave a bone is a fat lot looked, clear can touch, just don't know where end is. Can not find to come to the road of hour, just because of eying foot too very carefully.
Then the wandering soul wild crane stands still the memory river, listen to whistle play tightly ring slowly, water rises 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. Missed, 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 .
Six words really talk to solve each 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 this pond. This is from cradle to the grave one a life time.
Happiness is so much simple, on your center of palm, a match a hand can grasp; happiness is also very difficult, before your heel, a thousand mountains and rivers but blunder away because of doing not turn a head.
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?"