感悟六：第1章 一：514–519
第1章 一：514–519
514.
之所以慈悲
是从自己的往昔与颠簸的沿途
听见他人的笑谈
之所以真挚
是从他人的春水与寒冰之间
看见自己的走来
The reason for compassion
It's from my own past and the bumpy road.
Listen to other people's laughter
The reason why it is sincere
It's between other people's spring water and cold ice.
I saw myself coming.
515.
在方向上未能凝聚成一片海
在坚固的河流也将是颗颗荒芜的散沙
515.
It failed to condense into a sea in the direction.
In the strong river， there will also be barren sand.
516.听雨
阴沉的清晨，踏上通往浦三路，地铁站的湿漉漉悠悠小径。自由落体的雨水，重重的拍打着酒红色的雨伞，伴随着思绪久久的溅洒……
一个人是谁，遇见多少人，或是被多少人遇见，在你的生命中出现，正如天上滴落的雨水，你会有多少维度的认知？
唯有你所能爆发的正向能量，犹如这火山，才是最重要的坚定……
回首凝眸的昨日，夜幕却没有光，把那一双深渊的瞳孔化作一盏永不熄的灯；奔跑的赛道上，去用一颗信念照亮月华的心灵，铺在前行的路上……
一个人来到这世间，做的第一件事，要像一颗种子一样爱自己，
黑暗在过去慢慢的变淡，风依旧再次的轻轻抚过脸庞，2号站口外，拥挤的时光，驶向下站的或暗淡，或是辉煌……
516. Listen to the rain
In the gloomy morning， I stepped on the wet and leisurely path leading to Pusan Road and the subway station. The free-falling rain slaps the burgundy umbrella heavily， accompanied by the long-lasting splashing of thoughts...
Who is a person， how many people you meet， or how many people you meet， appear in your life， just like the rain dripping from the sky， how many dimensions do you have?
Only the positive energy you can burst out， like this volcano， is the most important firmness...
Looking back on yesterday， there was no light in the night， turning that pair of abyss pupil into a lamp that never goes out; on the running track， to illuminate Yuehua's heart with a belief， paving the way forward...
The first thing a person does when he comes to this world is to love himself like a seed.
The darkness slowly faded in the past， and the wind still gently caressed the face again. Outside the No. 2 station， the crowded time drove down to the station was either dim or brilliant...
517.
既踏上远方，便随往风雨如烟
云川之内有飞鸿，山海之外有归期
517.
Since you have set foot in the distance， you can follow the wind and rain like smoke.
There is Feihong in Yunchuan， and there is a return period outside the mountains and seas.
518.
日子犹如翩翩遐想的蝴蝶，朝夕之间，令人迷往……
犹记儿时温暖的庭院，漫野花香透出万紫千红，滋养唯一的暖……
每当阳光暖到蜷缩的体温，双手紧抱时，才会明了，多少美丽与可贵，余寒中慢慢的发酵……
518.
The days are like butterflies fluttering in fantasy. Between the morning and evening， people are fascinated by...
I still remember the warm courtyard of my childhood， and the fragrance of wild flowers shows thousands of purple and red， nourishing the only warmth...
Whenever the sun warms up to the curled body temperature， when the hands are tightly held， it will be clear how beautiful and precious it is， slowly fermenting in the cold...
519.
天已黑春雨笼罩
天已深万物很静默
芳间的花香漫飘闭目的眼睛
就好似画中深夜的黎明
犹如春风抚慰凝聚的影子
流下的雨滴
身后田野的小路
远方十字依旧明亮
通往栖息的中途
夜幕里畅响陈酿
品尽这如诗如歌亦如画
519.
It's getting dark and spring rain.
It's dark and everything is silent.
The fragrance of flowers floats in the room and closes the eyes.
It's like the late night dawn in the painting.
It's like a shadow soothed by the spring breeze.
Raindrops flowing down
The path in the field behind
The distant cross is still bright.
The halfway to the habitat
The sound of aging in the night
It's like a poem， a song and a picture.