Before dinner, I saw the cloud passing through the window pane.
I urged mum to come over. She beheld,
with a sigh she returned back to her seat.
Only a few matters could touch mum’s heart, thought I.
Or, as the poet said: This time this heart should be unmoved.
I know not.
The riddle of life and death perplexes me.
/// 窗外飄過母親節的一片雲海///
晚飯前, 窗外飄過這片雲霞 我馬上拉媽媽到窗前.
她看了幾眼, 呀了一聲, 就返回座位.
這個世界已剩下沒幾件事可能打動媽媽的心了!
我不知道生命究竟要走到哪個地步才可以全然無動於衷.
這並不是說人活到某一個時間就必然會鐵石心腸.
可是, 我想: 人活到了某個時間終於會對世事見怪不怪吧.
也可能就是所謂: 見山不是山, 見水不是水.
如此生老病死, 千古以來令人費盡思量.
不知可有多少人想通! 但我知道我不會在其中!
我只想起: 草不謝榮於春風, 木不怨落於秋霜.
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