写在前面的话：当终于欲苦苦挽留匆匆而去的时光，惊觉已浪费几许流光闪耀般的韶华，仿佛一瞬间。不敢有悔，不应有悔。在你匆匆赶路的时候，也许正在珍惜，也许正在错过，这转瞬即逝，无情的时光；请你稍稍驻足，凝望内心，或许会让路途更清晰，让身后的岁月更有意义!有的时候，赢的是时间，输的，也是时间!所以想到了这篇短小漂亮，含义深邃的美文!

      燕子去了，有再来的时候；杨柳枯了，有再青的时候；桃花谢了，有再开的时候。但是，聪明的，你告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？——是有人偷了他们罢：那是谁？又藏在何处呢？是他们自己逃走了罢：现在又到了哪里呢？

　　我不知道他们给了我多少日子；但我的手确乎是渐渐空虚了。在默默里算着，八千多日子已经从我手中溜去；像针尖上一滴水滴在大海里，我的日子滴在时间的流里，没有声音，也没有影子。我不禁头涔涔而泪潸潸了。

　　去的尽管去了，来的尽管来着，去来的中间，又怎样地匆匆呢？早上我起来的时候，小屋里射进两三方斜斜的太阳。太阳他有脚啊，轻轻悄悄地挪移了；我也茫茫然跟着旋转。于是——洗手的时候，日子从水盆里过去；吃饭的时候，日子从饭碗里过去；默默时，便从凝然的双眼前过去。我觉察他去的匆匆了，伸出手遮挽时，他又从遮挽着的手边过去。天黑时，我躺在床上，他便伶伶俐俐地从我身上跨过，从我脚边飞去了。等我睁开眼和太阳再见，这算又溜走了一日。我掩着面叹息。但是新来的日子的影儿又开始在叹息里闪过了。

　　在逃去如飞的日子里，在千门万户的世界里的我能做些什么呢？只有徘徊罢了，只有匆匆罢了；在八千多日的匆匆里，除徘徊外，又剩些什么呢？过去的日子如轻烟，被微风吹散了，如薄雾，被初阳蒸融了；我留着些什么痕迹呢？我何曾留着像游丝样的痕迹呢？我赤裸裸来到这世界，转眼间也将赤裸裸的回去罢？但不能平的，为什么偏要白白走这一遭啊？

　　你聪明的，告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？

英文版：

        Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening; peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again. Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return? - If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be? Where could he hide them? If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment?

        I don't know how many days I have been given to spend, but I do feel my hands are getting empty. Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me. Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless. Already sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes.

        Those that have gone have gone for good, those to come keep coming; yet in between, how swift is the shift, in such a rush? When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs. The sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively; and I am caught, blankly, in his revolution. Thus--the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands, wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal, and passes away before my day-dreaming gaze as reflect in silence. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he strides over my body, glides past my feet, in his agile way. The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has gone. I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh. But the new day begins to past in the sigh.

        What can I do, in this bustling world, with my days flying in their escape? Nothing but to hesitate, to rush. What have I been doing in that eight-thousand-day rush, apart from hesitating? Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind, or evaporated as mist by the morning sun. What traces have I left behind me? Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all? I have come to the world, stark naked; am I to go back, in a blink, in the same stark nakedness? It is not fair though: why should I have made such a trip for nothing!

        You the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return？

The pure, the bright, the beautiful,
That stirred our hearts in youth,
The impulses to wordless prayer,
The dreams of love and truth;
The longing after something's lost,
The spirit's yearning cry,
The striving after better hopes-
These things can never die.

一切纯洁的,辉煌的,美丽的,
强烈地震撼着我们年轻的心灵的,
推动着我们做无言的祷告的,
让我们梦想着爱与真理的;
在失去后为之感到珍惜的,
使灵魂深切地呼喊着的,
为了更美好的梦想而奋斗着的-
这些美好不会消逝。

The timid hand stretched forth to aid
A friend in his need,
A kindly word in grief's dark hour
That proves a friend indeed ;
The plea for mercy softly breathed,
When justice threatens nigh,
The sorrow of a contrite heart-
These things shall never die.
羞怯地伸出援助的手，
在你的朋友需要的时候，
伤恸、困难的时候，一句亲切的话
就足以证明朋友的真心；
轻声地乞求怜悯，
在审判临近的时候，
懊悔的心有一种伤感--
这些美好不会消逝。

Let nothing pass for every hand  
Must find some work to do ;
Lose not a chance to waken love
Be firm, and just ,and true;
So shall a light that cannot fade
Beam on thee from on high.
And angel voices say to thee
These things shall never die.

在人间传递温情
尽你所能地去做；
别错失去了唤醒爱的良机
为人要坚定，正直，忠诚；
因此上方照耀着你的那道光芒
就不会消失。
你将听到天使的声音在说
这些美好不会消逝。

 A son and his father were walking on the mountains.
有一个小男孩跟他的父亲走在山中 
Suddenly, his son falls, hurts himself and screams: "AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
小男孩不小心跌倒了,忍不住痛的大叫了一声" 哇......喔" To his surprise, he hears the voice repeating, somewhere in the mountain: "AAAhhhhhh!!!"
但是令他吃惊的是,他听到了一个声音从山中的某处传出來,重覆他的声音" 哇.....喔"
Curious, he yells: "Who are you?"
他很好奇的大声问"你是誰?"
He receives the answer: "Who are you?"
结果他得到的答案也是 "你是谁?"
Angered at the response, he screams: "Coward!"
小男孩生气了,大声地吼着"胆小鬼"
He receives the answer: "Coward!"
這一次得到的答案也是 "胆小鬼"
He looks to his father and asks: "What's going on?"
他很好奇的问他父亲 "到底怎么回事啊???"
The father smiles and says: "My son, pay attention."
父亲笑笑的跟儿子說 "儿子啊, 注意听喔"
And then he screams to the mountain: "I admire you!"
父亲大吼了一声 " 我欣赏你"
The voice answers: "I admire you!"
结果另一个声音传回来 "我欣赏你"
Again the man screams: "You are a champion!"
同样的,父亲再一次大声的說 "你是冠军"
The voice answers: "You are a champion!"
这个声音也回答 "你是冠军"
The boy is surprised, but does not understand.
小男孩感到非常的讶异,但又不解
Then the father explains: "People call this ECHO, but really this is LIFE.
此时父亲向小男孩解释說 "一般人们称这是回音, 但实际上這是'生命'"
It gives you back everything you say or do.
你所說的做的每一件事最后都会回应到你身上
Our life is simply a reflection of our actions.
我们的生命就是很简单的回应我们所做过的事
If you want more love in the world, create more love in your heart.
如果你要这个世界有更多的爱,那么你就要在你的心中创造出更多的爱
If you want more competence in your team, improve your competence.
如果你要你的团队更优秀,那么你也要先让你自已更优秀
This relationship applies to everything, in all aspects of life;
这样的关系可以套用在每一件事上,在生命中的每一件事
生命,会回应給你每一件你曾做过的事
Life will give you back everything you have given to it. 
Your life is not a coincidence, it's a reflection of you!
生命中沒有意外,它就是你的反射！

A Sioux Indian story ...

这是苏语系印第安人部落中流传的一个古老的故事……

My grandfather took me to the fish pond on the farm when I was about seven, and he told me to throw a stone into the water. He told me to watch the circles created by the stone. Then he asked me to think of myself as that stone.

在我七岁那年，我的祖父来到田边的一个池塘。他让我丢一颗石子到水中，并嘱咐我仔细观察石子所激起的水波纹。然后他叫我把自己想象成那颗石子。

"You may create lots of splashes in your life, but the waves that come from those splashes will disturb the peace of all your fellow creatures," he said.

他说：“在生命的水面上，你也许能激起许多波纹，而你所激起的波纹也会打破别人的平静，”

"Remember that you are responsible for what you put in your circle and that circle will also touch many other circles."

“要谨记，对你所激起的波纹中所包含的东西负责，因为这些东西会接触、影响到别人的波纹。”

"You will need to live in a way that allows the good that comes from your circle to send the peace of that goodness to others. The splash that comes from anger or jealousy will send those feelings to other circles. You are responsible for both."

“你应当努力使自己波纹中的平和宁静传播给他人。当然，如果你的波纹中携带有愤怒、嫉妒，别人也会受到你的影响，因此，你要对它们负责。”

That was the first time I realized that each person creates the inner peace or discord that flows out into the world. We cannot create world peace if we are riddled with inner conflict, hatred, doubt, or anger.

这是我第一次了解到，每个人心中的平和抑或不和，都会传播给整个世界。如果我们自己内心都被冲突、仇恨、疑虑或者愤怒所纠缠，自然就不能给世界带来平和宁静。

We radiate the feelings and thoughts that we hold inside, whether we speak them or not. Whatever is splashing around inside of us is spilling out into the world, creating beauty or discord with all other circles of life.

无论我们是否说出心中的感觉和思绪，我们都在向外界传播它们。无论我们内心激起的是何种波纹，它们都会被传向他人，与别人的生命波纹共同激起美丽，抑或是不和谐。