生活不乏精彩，只是有时候我们的眼睛盯着乌云不放。

心境简单了，也就有心思经营生活；生活简单了，就有时间去享受人生。

草在结它的种子，风在摇它的叶子，我们站着不说话，就十分美好....

爱到多深才会许下婚姻的承诺？是舍不得放开彼此，情愿接受永恒的试炼。如今患得患失，害怕太多关于未来的不确定。终于告诫自己不再思考。所谓及时行乐，活在当下。

Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
青春不是年华，而是心境；青春不是桃面、丹唇、柔膝，而是深沉的意志，恢宏的想象，炙热的恋情；青春是生命的深泉在涌流。

The icing on the cake is that it doesn't go on forever. How special would anything be if you had an eternity to achieve it? How precious would life be?
就像蛋糕上的糖衣一样，幸福也不会永久。如果你能永生得到一切，万物之间还会有什么差别？你又会如何珍惜生活？

So please, stop taking life for granted. Instead, focus on being a force for love, for change, for questioning what is right, for re-questioning when you must, and for the diehard belief in the goodness of people.
因此，请不要把生活想得理所当然。努力去爱、去改变、寻找真理、必要时不断追问并始终坚信人性本善。

Maybe you’re worn out. You’ve read tons of books before. Some were just light weights on a Kindle or Nook, no big deal really. Others were Infinite Jest-style burdens, heavy on your back or in your purse. Weighing you down all the time. Maybe you’ve taken some time off from reading because the last few books you read just weren’t worth it. Do they even write new, great works of literature anymore? Maybe that time you fell in love with a book before will just never happen for you again. Maybe it’s a once in a lifetime feeling and you’re never gonna find it again.
或许你已疲惫至极。你曾阅览无数，有些无足轻重无甚重要，而有些却像荒诞讽刺的包袱，沉重地压在你背上或藏在你行囊里，随时都可能压垮你。或许因为上次读的书索然无味，你已暂时避开阅读时光。还会有优秀的新文学作品么？只怕等你再次恋上一本书前，那优秀的新作品永远也不会出现罢。或许这真的就是千年等一回、除却巫山不是云了。

Or something exciting could happen. Maybe this will become your new favorite book. That’s always a possibility right? That’s the beauty of risk. The reward could actually be worth it. You invest your time and your brain power in the words and what you get back is empathy and a new understanding and pure wonder.
当然，生活总会有新鲜事发生，你也会有新的爱书。一切总有可能，不是吗？这正是冒险的魅力。得到的也大抵物有所值吧。你在字里行间播撒时间和心思，自然便可收获新的感悟、理解与遐思。

How could someone possibly know you like this? Some stranger, some author, some character. It’s like they’re seeing inside your soul. This book existed inside some book store, on a shelf, maybe handled by other people and really it was just waiting for you pick it up and crack thespine. It was waiting to speak to you. To say, “You are not alone.”
怎会有人知道你喜欢它呢？某个陌生人、作者，抑或书中的某个角色。他们似乎能看透你的心思。这本书，它陈列在某隅书店的书架上、它经人辗转，真的就像是在等你捧起翻阅，等着向你低语：“我会伴你左右。”

You just want more of the story. You want to keep reading, maybe everything this author’s ever written. You wish it would never end. The closer it gets to the smaller side of the pages, the slower you read, wanting to savor it all. This book is now one of your favorites forever. You will always wish you could go back to never having read it and pick it up fresh again, but also you know you’re better for having this close, inside you, covering your heart and mind.
你渴望更多故事，你继续阅读，甚至搜集这位作者以往所有作品。你希望故事永远延续。书页越翻越薄，你也越读越慢，心里想着要细细含英咀华。此刻，它确定无疑就是你永恒的至爱了。你总想一读再读，每次捧起它都感觉新奇如初，而你也明白：因为内心深处的每一缕思绪都与它这般亲密，你已变得更加美好。

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