Thursday, October 25, 2007
One Art
by Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
曾几何时当你在人潮拥挤的街道上徘徊，突然有一种莫名的感觉涌上心头， 是无奈吗? 是厌倦了一切吗? 到最后得到了你想要的吗?
有没有想过放慢您的脚步， 静静的体会身边的一物一景，细细的品尝人生的酸甜苦辣.
凡走过必留下痕迹， 我们不就是一步一脚印的走过来吗?
谁不曾伤心过? 谁不曾被感情的创伤恨恨得击垮过? 有时候要放开过去，活在当下，
迎接未来。
一个人的好与坏不是以她的背景，过去而可以下定论。 不开心的事，要学会遗忘，
把它扔进成长的黑洞，让它慢慢的被尘封。
不想在对人坦然一切后，觉得为何要把不好的回忆再一次浮现眼前.心情可是一点都不好受
posted @ Thursday, October 25, 2007
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