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幸福是一段旅程

(2023-08-12 14:03:02)

长久以来，对我来说，生活——真正的生活，好像就要立即起程了。然而，总是有些障碍，有些事需要先处理，有些工作还没完成，时间像是一位要服侍的主或一笔要偿还的债，然后生活才能开始。
最后，我终于明白了，没有通往幸福的路，幸福本身就是这条路。因此，好好珍惜你拥有的每一个瞬息，尽量多地去珍惜，因为你正在和一些特别的人、那些足够特别的人一起分享你的时刻。
珍惜你的时间。别浪费太多到学习、工作或是为一些并不重要的事情而烦恼。做你想做的事来让自己开心，做你能做的事来让在乎你的人开心。记住时间不会为任何人停下脚步。
幸福是一段旅程，而不是终点站.

幸福不是得到你想要的一切

而是享受你所拥有的一切

Happiness is a Journey

For a long time it seemed to me that life was about to begin, real life. But, there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served or a debt to be paid. Then life would begin.
At last it dawned on me that there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way. So treasure every moment that you have and treasure it more because you share it with someone special, someone special enough to spend your time with.
Make the most of your time. Don’t waste too much of your time studying, working, or stressing about something that seems important. Do what you want to do to be happy but also do what you can to make the people you care about happy. Remember that time waits for no one.
Happiness is a journey, not a destination.

Happiness isn't getting all you want

It's enjoying all you have

黄昏之美

凝望夕阳我无法抑止地看到

无论她是如何的美丽动人

挣扎和绝望依然萦绕天幕

内心深处你明白今日已逝

它所带来的一切也永远消失了

每一脉思想每一次行动

每一个梦想每一线希望

每一幅景象每一缕声音都消逝而去

一切都不可能还复如初

和原来一模一样

只因每一个时刻所能捕捉的东西是有限的

甚至每一段记忆所能缅怀的一切也是有限的

而天空中的绮丽色彩

努力让我们快乐起来

最后上演的是五彩缤纷的微笑

因为它们也知晓

做什么都无法留住时日

它们想安慰我们对夜的恐惧

而又如此徒劳无益

虽然恐惧我们依然寻找出路

宛若在林中的孩心彷徨不知归路

我满心欢喜只因夕阳的敏感

她竭力将黑暗推回

仅仅为了再多驻留一刻

可却犹如以往一切都无济于事

Looking into the sunset

I can’t help but notice

that despite her beauty

a sense of struggle and hopeless surround the sky

Deep inside you realize that this day is gone

and everything that It had brought is lost forever

Every thought every action every dreamevery hope

every sight every sound is gone

There is no chance of every being returned the same

exactly the same

For every moment has a limit to what it can capture

Every memory has a limit to what it had retrieve

And the colours in the sky try to entertain us

one last act with painted smiles

for they too know that nothing can be done to save the day

So futile their attempt to comfort our fear of the night

our horror as we try to find our way

like children who wanderinto a forest and never return

I am ingratiatedby the sunset because of

her sensitivity as she tries to push the darkness

back for just a moment more

But like so many times before

….to no avail

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