少年不识愁滋味
辛弃疾的采桑子，有一次你听到我在吟诵。
少年不识愁滋味，爱上层楼。爱上层楼，为赋新词强说愁。而今识尽愁滋味，欲说还休。欲说还休，却道天凉好个秋！
你不懂古文，也很少说汉语，问我是什么意思。我说，这辞写的是少年的忧伤和成年后的无奈的。写辞的人家乡在山东，那时候家乡被金军占领了，他二十岁就参加义军抗金，后归了南宋，终生主张抗金和收复中原，从不得采纳，虽一生背负国恨家仇，却壮志难赋。
你好象听懂了，而且立刻翻做一首英文诗送给我。那时候我们在教室里、餐厅间时常不期而遇，却总是一副忙碌的样子；而今你在遥远的国度，受着病痛的折磨，写信问我何时还会相见。我突然想起你写给我的诗，心中翻覆。
In the lush innocence of youth,
The footprints of our woes are but whispers,
Immune to the machinations of pain,
We pretend to be friends with woe.
Alas, with the withering strides of time,
We find ourselves incarcerated
In a deluge of life's vissicitudes.
As we try to tell of our woes, our voices find no foothold.
We can but smile, and claim that spring is here.
谁说少年不识愁滋味，虽辛弃疾的少年愁，谁也不得而知，但家河沦陷的童年，定是满眼的忧伤。只是这愁是这样单纯，不带有任何无奈的宿命的色彩，大概男儿胸中大志深埋，以为日后定能雪恨。造化弄人，原来一生兜转，最后只剩下一些无力感。
虽然好象是很久以前的事情，可是那是真的。我曾经在年少的时候，实实在在地忧伤过，却从没有长大后那些乱七八糟的烦恼。年少的单纯的忧伤，也许幼稚，但有时是导引入觉悟的途径；而世事里渐行渐长的像杂草一样的烦恼，却缠附着我们生死轮回。
快快好起来吧。也许某一天我们还可以一起登高远望，我不要天凉好个秋。
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
词人辛弃疾是南宋的抗金英雄，他的采桑子“少年不识愁滋味”抒发了他的报国无门，抗金的主张难酬的无奈，字里行间浸透着忧国忧民的愁，这个愁怎一个愁字了得。我们现在的愁，只是身处困境的愁，世事难酬的愁，很快就会愁出个头，不用说天凉好个秋。
前两天，刘翔破了世界记录，那是他坚持不懈努力的结果！人生没有失败，只要不懈的努力，一定会取得成功！人生要有不屈不挠的奋斗精神，要现实的考虑问题，要多想想胜利后的喜悦心情，那样才会不断的激励你前进！胜利一定属于你的！
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