摘要
我们为什么不像这花和溪,无论在任何地方,都不会停止开放和流动,它们是那样地唯我和忘我——当没有阳光的时候,它们自己就是阳光;当没有欢乐的时候,它们自己就是欢乐。
Flowers never stop blooming, and brooks never stop flowing.They are so serf-centered and selfless-they are sunshine themselves when this is no real sunshine,they are joy themselves when this is no joy.
