Random Thoughts on the Window
By Qian Zhongshu
It is spring again and the window can be left open as often as one would like. As spring comes in through the windows, so people -- unable to bear staying inside any longer -- go outdoors.
The spring outside, however, is much too cheap, for the sun shines on everything, and so does not seem as bright as that which shoots into the darkness of the house. Outside the sun-sloshed breeze blows everywhere, but it is not so lively as that which stirs the gloominess inside the house.
Even the chirping of the birds sounds so thin and broken that the quietness of the house is needed to set it off. It seems that spring was always meant to be put behind a windowpane for show, just like a picture in a frame.
At the same time it also becomes clear that the door has a different significance from the window. Of course, doors were made for people to pass through; but a window can also sometimes serve as an entrance or as an exit, and is used as such by thieves and by lovers in novels.
In fact the fundamental difference between a door and a window has nothing to do with them being either entrances or exits. When it comes to the admiration of spring, it could be put this way: a door makes it possible for one to go out, whereas a window makes it possible for one not to have to.
A window helps to pull down the partition between man and nature. It leads breezes and sunlight in, and keeps part of the spring in the house. It allows one to sit and enjoy the spring in peace, and makes it unnecessary to go looking for it outside.
Love Like Morning Sun
So often, when I'm alone with my thoughts,
I feel your presence enter me
like the morning sun's early light,
filling my memories and dreams of us
with a warm and clear radiance.
You have become my love, my life,
and together we have shaped our world
until it seems now as natural as breathing.
But I remember when it wasn't always so -
times when peace and happiness seemed more
like intruders in my life than
the familiar companions they are today;
times when we struggled to know each other,
but always smoothing out those rough spots
until we came to share ourselves completely.
We can never rid our lives entirely
of sadness and difficult times
can understand them together, and grow
stronger as individuals and as a loving couple.
If I don't tell you as often as I'd like,
it's because I could never tell you enough -
that I'm grateful for you
sharing your life with mine,
and that my love for you will live forever.
by Edmund O'Neil
The optimism all saw in each time the danger to the opportunity, but the pessimistic person all saw in each opportunity to the danger.
The father wants to pair of twin brothers to make "the disposition transformation", because of excessively optimistic, but another then is excessively pessimistic. One day, he has bought many lusters bright new toys for the pessimistic child, also feed-in the optimistic child between to pile up with the horse dung in the garage.
The second day early morning, the father witnesses to the pessimistic child is choking with sobs, then asked: "Why doesn't play these toys?"
"Played has been able bad." The child still was sobbing.
The father sighs, enters the garage, discovered actually that optimistic child jubilantly is pulling out any in the horse dung.
"Tells you, daddy." That child complacently declared to the father that, "I thought in the horse dunghill certainly also is hiding a pony!"
Warm prompt: Between the optimism and the pessimist, its difference is very interesting: The optimism saw to is fries in oil the circle cake, the pessimist saw to is a hole.