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In love one has need of being believed in, in friendship of being understood.­­­___ Abel Bonnard

Love and friendship

  In college, it is common to see friendship among boys and girls. What is difficult is how to deal with personal contacts between different sexes. The key is to differentiate between love and friendship.

  Friendship is the basic need of human feelings. Friendship may lead to love, but love does not certainly come from friendship. Friendship is the foundation of love, no love is true without friendship.

  Love is selfish and exclusive, while friendship is selfless and extensive. Love is not necessary to be returned, but friendship needs a contact and something in exchange.

  I believe that there exists pure friendship between sexes. Sometimes the power of friendship surpasses the power of love. There may be misunderstanding and rumors even slanders about heterosexual friendship. In this world there are many inexplicable things. Actions speak louder than words.

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slander 诽谤

heterosexual 异性的，异娃哈哈的

inexplicable 无法说明的。

tianxia摘录

  Love is selfish and exclusive, while friendship is selfless and extensive. Love is not necessary to be returned, but friendship needs a contact and something in exchange.

  Actions speak louder than words.

  看完之后总感觉这篇文章像是中国人写的。呵呵。

谢谢jack的注解，注解2我并没想到是一个词组。

tianxia摘录

  Love is selfish and exclusive, while friendship is selfless and extensive. Love is not necessary to be returned, but friendship needs a contact and something in exchange.

——爱情是自私和排外的，而友谊则是无私和广博的。爱情并不是非回报不可，友谊却需要礼尚往来。

Actions speak louder than words.

——事实胜于雄辩。

In love one has need of being believed in, in friendship of being understood.­­­___ Abel Bonnard

——恋爱之人需要互相信任，友爱之人需要互相理解。

——那个明媚的春天，他们还相爱着，她揉散了——他毫不知晓——那根满目伤心白色的桃花枝。一片精致的花瓣飘下，像毫不经意似的，落在匣了情书的信封里。历经了长途跋涉，花瓣早已香消，只留下若有似无的一丝春天的芬芳。闻着这芬芳，他笑了，就像一个人因一份淡淡回忆而笑。而他并不知道她当时就在旁边。

  Next summer, when, for missing him too much, she had got closer without him knowing it. She was hiding only to send to him the call of love in that shell she had so long warmed up in her hands before making it roll over, down to his feet. The hesitating steps leaving melancholic traces on the sand had stopped near the pearly shell, brighter and so much different from all the others, and smiling, he had picked it up and thrown it in the sea watching long after it, as after a tender thought. And he didn't know that she had been.

——随后的夏天，由于思念太甚，她设法更接近了他，而他毫不知晓。她一直藏匿着，只将寓于贝壳中的爱的召唤传给他。这贝壳已长久地温暖于她的双手，如今才从地上滚过去，停在他脚下。迟疑的脚步在海沙上留下忧郁的轨迹，最后驻足在那个贝壳附近，——一个无比亮丽无比独特的贝壳的附近。他俯身将其拾起，随手一挥掷入大海，然后还长久地注视着，就像若有所思之后那般的注视。而他并不知道她当时就在旁边 。

  New love, stirs the emotion, moves the soul and fires the blood setting hearts aflame.

——新萌之爱，激起你的感情，触动你的灵魂，让血液着火，让两颗心燃烧。

The miracle is this—the more we share, the more we have.___ Leonard Nimoy

I Wish You Well

  When voices fill my dream-filled mind, and in my thoughts, it’s you I find…I wish you well.

  When memories of our times together bring a smile for the days we both still treasure… I wish you well.

  When music plays and the words are true, I think of melodies shared with you… I wish you well.

  When holidays spark loneliness of being apart, and the feelings swell within my heart… I wish you well.

  When photo albums show loved ones we both knew, and I recall the days shared with you… I wish you well.

  Always know that my love is near, and also know that… I wish you well.

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melody 悦耳的音调

spark 闪烁，发动

album 集邮本

tianxia摘录

Always know that my love is near, and also know that… I wish you well.

The miracle is this—the more we share, the more we have.___ Leonard Nimoy

——奇迹在于：分享越多，拥有越多。

  When music plays and the words are true, I think of melodies shared with you… I wish you well.

——音乐响起，歌词唱的都是真理，我忆起和你一起聆听的那些美妙旋律...但愿你一切安好！

An angry father is most cruel towards himself.____ Publilius Syrus

Altogether autumn

  Suddenly I think of my youngest daughter, living now in Amsterdam. Very soon she will call and ask, “Have you planted the bulbs yet?” Then I will answer teasingly that actually I’m waiting until she comes to help me. And then we will both be overcome by nostalgia, because once we always did that together, one entire sunny autumn afternoon, when she was just over three and a half years old, she helped me with all the enthusiam and joyfulness of her age.

  It was one of last afternoons I had her around because her place in school had already been reserved. She wandered around so happily carefree with her little bucket and spade, covering the bulbs with earth and calling out, “Night night” or “Sleep night”, her little voice chattering constantly on. She discovered “baby bulbs” and “kiddie bulbs” and “mummy and daddy bulbs”—the latter snuggling cozily together. While we were both working so industriously, I watched my child very deliberately. She was such a tiny thing, between an infant and a toddler, with such a round little tummy.

  Every autumn, throught her childhood, we repeated the ritual of planting the bulbs together. And every autumn I saw her changing; the toddler became a school girl, a straightforward realist, full of drive. Never once dreamy, her hands in her pockets; no longer happily indulging her fantasies. The schoolgirl developed long legs, her jawline changed, she had her hair cut. It was autumn again and I thought “Bye roses; bye butterflies; bye schoolgirl.” I listen to her stories while we painstakingly burrowed in the earth, planting the promise of spring.

  Suddenly, much quicker than I had expected, a tall teenager was standing by my side; she had grown taller than I. The ritual became rather silent, we no longer chattered away from one subject to another. I thought about her room full of posters and knick-knacks, how it had been full of treasures in bottles and boxes, white pebbles, a copper brooch, coloered drawings, the treasure of a child who still knew nothing of money, who wanted to be read aloud to and who looked anxiously at a spider in her room and asked “Would he want to be my friend?”

  Then came the autumn when I planted the bulbs alone, and knew that from then on it would always be that way. But every year, in autumn, she talks about it. Full of nostalgia for the security of childhood, the seclusion of a garden, the final moments of a season. How both of us would dearly love to have a time machine. To go back. Just for one day.

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bulb 洋葱

nostalgia 思乡病， 乡愁

snuggle 偎依

cozily 舒服的，安乐的

toddler 刚学步的小孩

tianxia摘录

  But every year, in autumn, she talks about it. Full of nostalgia for the security of childhood, the seclusion of a garden, the final moments of a season. How both of us would dearly love to have a time machine. To go back. Just for one day.

这篇文章温情脉脉，略带伤感。不过小孩不都是这样长大、离去么？

tianxia摘录

  But every year, in autumn, she talks about it. Full of nostalgia for the security of childhood, the seclusion of a garden, the final moments of a season. How both of us would dearly love to have a time machine. To go back. Just for one day.

——但是每一年，每个秋天，她都会谈到从前。言语中满是思乡之情，怀念美妙的童年，怀念与世隔绝的小花园，怀念这季节最后的时光。她说我们两个是如何想要有一台时光机器。回到过去。哪怕只有一天。

  When voices fill my dream-filled mind, and in my thoughts, it’s you I find…I wish you well.

——千万人的声音充斥着我爱做梦的心灵，渗入我的千头万绪，我却找到了你...但愿你一切安好！

  When memories of our times together bring a smile for the days we both still treasure… I wish you well.

——曾经共渡时光的种种回忆让我们微笑，为彼此仍然都珍重的岁月而微笑...但愿你一切安好！

  When holidays spark loneliness of being apart, and the feelings swell within my heart… I wish you well.

——假期激起离愁别绪，伤感在我内心泛滥...但愿你一切安好！

  When photo albums show loved ones we both knew, and I recall the days shared with you… I wish you well.

——相册展示着我们都认识并爱过的那些人，我忆起和你共渡的时光...但愿你一切安好！

 Someone to hopefully grow old beside, to share with the winter of life with, while recalling the summer of your dreams.

——一个很可能和你相伴到老的人，一个能与你共渡生命之冬天、追忆梦想之夏天的人。

All the miles of a hard road are worth a moment of true happiness. ____ Lobell

Love Your Life

  However mean your life is, meet it and live it: do not shun it and call it hard name. It is not so bad as you are. It looks poorest when you are richest. The fault-finder will find faults even in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is. You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poor –house.

  The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich man’s abode; the snow melts before its door as early in the spring. I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there, and have as cheering thoughts, as in a palace. The town’s poor seem to me often to live the most independent lives of any. May be they are simple great enough to receive without misgiving. Most think that they are above being supported by the town; but it often happens that they are not above supporting themselves by dishonest means. Which should be more disreputable. Cultivate poverty like a garden herb, like sage. Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends. Turn the old, return to them. Things do not change; we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.

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mean 差劲的，低劣的

shun 避免，回避

abode 住所，住处

contentedly 满足地，心安地

tianxia摘录

  However mean your life is, meet it and live it: do not shun it and call it hard name. It is not so bad as you are.

  Turn the old, return to them. Things do not change; we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.

把jack兄的翻译全文总结到了一块，有兴趣的朋友可以集中看看，写的非常棒。

——那个明媚的春天，他们还相爱着，她揉散了——他毫不知晓——那根满目伤心白色的桃花枝。一片精致的花瓣飘下，像毫不经意似的，落在匣了情书的信封里。历经了长途跋涉，花瓣早已香消，只留下若有似无的一丝春天的芬芳。闻着这芬芳，他笑了，就像一个人因一份淡淡回忆而笑。而他并不知道她当时就在旁边。

——随后的夏天，由于思念太甚，她设法更接近了他，而他毫不知晓。她一直藏匿着，只将寓于贝壳中的爱的召唤传给他。这贝壳已长久地温暖于她的双手，如今才从地上滚过去，停在他脚下。迟疑的脚步在海沙上留下忧郁的轨迹，最后驻足在那个贝壳附近，——一个无比亮丽无比独特的贝壳的附近。他俯身将其拾起，随手一挥掷入大海，然后还长久地注视着，就像若有所思之后那般的注视。而他并不知道她当时就在旁边 。

——随后那个悲伤的秋天，他把她赶出他的世界，她还躲在树后面注视着他——而他毫不知晓——并且吻了那片停落在她秀发中的树叶。她把树叶轻放在水面上。九月的和风吹皱一池秋水。树叶被风推搡着，携着她内心的全部炽热，浮向他。他对着那片疲倦之后停靠在他脚边的树叶微笑，不明白为何自己只想将它拾起然后紧紧抱在胸膛。而他并不知道她当时就在旁边。

——那年晚冬，她即将离去——他毫不知晓——一瓣丝织银镶的雪花会从天空飘落，停驻在她的睫毛上。而他会对着那些挂满小彩虹的水滴微笑，甚至都不知自己为何而笑。他会想哭。并且永远不会知道她曾经就在旁边。

是啊，这也是这篇文章令人动容的地方。

tianxia摘录

  However mean your life is, meet it and live it: do not shun it and call it hard name. It is not so bad as you are.

——不管生活多么不堪，你都要正视它，接受它。不要逃避，不要唾弃。生活其实并非你想象的那么糟糕。

Things do not change; we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.

——世界并不改变，是我们自己变了。衣服可以出卖，思想却要保留。

这句话有点晦涩难懂，我百思不得其解。

按理，此处指代的是紧跟上文的 clothes or friends，意义却有点难把握，尤其是 turn 这个词。

恩，暂且存疑。

  A lover is someone who, with a look, can touch your heart, ease your mind and bring comfort to your soul. Someone whose voice is music to your ear. Someone who by just entering a room makes your heart soar and joy fill your being, makes you want to touch them, be close to them. Who can turn your blood to molten fire with desire, their presence being food for your soul. Someone to share all things with: tenderness, passion, warmth, dreams and desire, laughter and tears but mostly life’s journey.

——所谓你爱的人，就是他用一个眼神，就能拨动你的心弦，放松你的心情，抚慰你的灵魂。他的声音是如此悦耳。他一进入房间，你就心神荡漾，欣喜如潮。你只想去抚摸他，贴紧他。他让你欲火焚身。他的存在就是你的精神食粮。你想和他分享一切：温柔、激情、梦想与欲望、欢笑和泪水。更重要的是，你想和他共赴生命之旅。