The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night——it is great. Delusionsof knowledge are like the fog of the morning. 创造的神秘，有如夜间的黑暗——是伟大的。而知识的幻影却不过如晨间之雾。

Do not seat your love upon a precipicebecause it is high.
不要因为峭壁是高的，便让你的爱情悬在上面。

I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
我今晨坐在窗前，世界如同一个路人，停下，对我点点头，又走了。

There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
这思想，是树叶的簌簌之声，在我的心里欢悦地微语着。

What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
你看不见自己，你看见的只是自己的影子。

My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master. Let me but listen.
神啊，我的那些愿望真是愚傻，它们杂在你的歌声中喧叫。让我只是静静得听吧。

I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me.
我不能选择那最好的，是那最好的选择我。

休息一下 晚上继续 但愿这个帖子不会沉下去。。。。



帖子沉掉了 就让他这么沉下去吧 我继续做我的经验党