I Like the Subtle
I like the subtle fresh green budding from the branches of the tree—the herald of spring，ushering in the dawn...
I like the subtle flow of cloud that makes the sky seem even more vast，azure and immense...
I like the subtle wind.In spring，it steals a kiss on my cheek；in autumn，it caresses my face；in summer，it brings in cool sweet smell；in winter，it carries a crisp chilliness...
I like the subtle taste of tea that last long after a sip.The subtle bitter is what it is meant to be...
I like the subtle friendship that does not hold people together.In stead，an occasional greeting spreads our longings far beyond...
I like the subtle longing for a friend，when I sink deeply in a couch，mind wandering in memories of the past...
Love should also be subtle，without enslaving the ones fallen into her arms.Not a bit less nor a bit more...
Subtle friendship is true；subtle greetings are enough；subtle love is tender；subtle longing is deep；subtle wishes come from the bottom of your heart...
我喜欢这种淡淡的感觉
我喜欢看树枝上那淡淡的嫩绿，它是春天的使者，它是一天清晨的开始……
我喜欢天空中那淡淡的云，它将天空衬得更高、更蓝、更宽……
我喜欢淡淡的风。春风轻吻脸颊，秋风抚面温柔，夏天的风送来凉爽，冬天的风带来清凉……
我喜欢喝淡淡的茶，淡淡之中才品出它余味的清香，淡淡的苦才是它原来的味道……
我喜欢追求淡淡的友谊，彼此之间不需要天天在一起，偶尔一句：你好吗？思念就像发芽一样蔓延开来……
我喜欢淡淡地思念一个人，静静地将自己包围在沙发之中，任思绪在回忆里飘荡……
爱也要淡淡的，爱，不要成为囚，少是愁多也是忧……
淡淡的一点友谊很真，淡淡的一点问候很醇，淡淡的一点依恋很清，淡淡的一点孤独很美，淡淡的一点思念很深，淡淡的一点祝福最真……
If I Had My Life to Live Over
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for the day.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained，or the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the “good”living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television—and more while watching life.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical，wouldn’t show soil，or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy，I’d have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously，I would never have said，“Later.Now go get washed up for dinner.”There would have been more “I love you”...More “I’m sorry”...But mostly，given another shot at life，I would seize every minute...look at it and really see it ...live it ...and never give it back.
Stop sweating the small stuff.Don’t worry about who doesn’t like you，who has more，or who’s doing what.Instead，let’s cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us.Let’s think about what God has blessed us with.
And what we are doing each day to promote ourselves mentally，physically，emotionally，as well as spiritually.
Life is too short to let it pass you by.We only have one shot at this and then it’s gone.I hope you all have a blessed day.
如果我能再活一回
生病的时候我就卧床休息，不会假装自己一天不工作，地球就会停止转动。
我要将雕成玫瑰花状的粉红蜡烛点上，而不让它在闲置中熔化。
我要自己少说话，多听别人说。
我要请朋友来家里吃饭，地毯弄脏了，沙发褪色了又何妨？
我要在“讲究”的客厅里吃爆玉米花。倘若有人在壁炉生火带出了炉灰，我不会操那么多闲心。
我要从从容容听爷爷讲他年轻时候的事情。
我决不会因为夏天头发刚刚梳理过、喷过发胶，就一定要把车窗玻璃摇起来。
我要和孩子们一起坐在草坪上，不担心衣服上会染上草渍。
看电视我要少哭一点，少笑一点，看生活我要多哭一点，多笑一点。
我买东西不会只看它很实用，不显脏，或能保证用一辈子。我不会在盼望中度过9个月妊娠期，我要珍惜每一刻，要意识到体内生长的神奇是我今生帮助上帝创造奇迹的惟一机会。
孩子们毛手毛脚地亲我，我决不会说：“等等。先去洗手洗脸，准备吃饭。”我要更多地说“我爱你”……“对不起”……但总的来说，如果再让我活一回，我要把握好分分秒秒，留心生活，真正关注生活，品味生活，决不使岁月蹉跎。
不为小事烦心。不担心谁不喜欢我，谁比我富有，或者谁在干什么。让我们珍惜与真心关爱我们的人之间的那份感情。让我们多想想上帝赐予我们的福分。
多想想我们每天做了哪些有益于自己思想、身体、感情和精神的事。
人生短暂，不可虚度。每个人只能活一回，然后生命就消失了。祝愿大家生活幸福。
On the Feeling of Immortality in Youth
No young man believes he will ever die.It was a saying of my brother’s，and a fine one.
There is a feeling of Eternity in youth，which makes us amend for everything.To be young is to be as one of the Immortal Gods.One half of time indeed is flown—the other half remains in store for us with all its countless treasures，for there is no line drawn，and we see no limit to our hopes and wishes.We make the coming age our own—
The vast，the unbounded prospect lies before us.
Death，old age，are words without a meaning that pass by us like the idea air which we regard not.Others may have undergone，or may still be liable to them—we “bear a charmed life”，which laughs to scorn all such sickly fancies.As in setting out on delightful journey，we strain our eager gaze forward—
Bidding the lovely scenes at distance hail！
And see no end to the landscape，new objects presenting themselves as we advance.So，in the commencement of life，we set no bounds to our inclinations，nor to the unrestricted opportunities of gratifying them.We have as yet found no obstacle，no disposition to flag；and it seems that we can go on so forever.
We look round in a new world，full of life，and motion，and ceaseless progress；and feel in ourselves all the vigor and spirit to keep pace with it，and do not foresee from any present symptoms how we shall be left behind in the natural course of things，decline into old age，and drop into the grave.
It is the simplicity，and as it were abstractedness of our feelings in youth，that （so to speak）identifies us with nature，and （our experience being slight and our passions strong）deludes us into a belief of being immortal like it.Our shortlives connexion with existence we fondly flatter ourselves is an indissoluble and lasting union—a honeymoon that knows neither coldness，jar，nor separation.As infants smile and sleep，we are rocked in the cradle of our wayward fancies，and lulled into security by the roar of the universe around us—we quaff the cup of life with eager haste without draining it，instead of which it only overflows the more—objects press around us，filling the mind with their magnitude and with the strong of desires that wait upon them，so that we have no room for the thoughts of death.
有感于青春常在
年轻人不相信自己会死。这是我哥哥的话，可算得一句妙语。