生活,就如一首诗。有人把它写得很豪放,有人把它写得很婉约;有人把它写得很愉快,有人把它写得很忧伤。生活,就如一首歌。有人把它唱得欢快,有人把它唱得沉郁;有人把它唱得婉转,有人把它唱得悲凉。生活,就如一坛酒。有人把它酿成了甜甜的糯米酒,有人把它酿成了甘烈的三花酒;会喝酒的人说它是一坛好酒,不会喝酒的人却又说它是一坛劣酒。而我说,生活,就如一杯茶,坐下来细细品味的时候,既有醇香,也有苦涩。 Life is like a poem. Someone wrote it boldly, someone wrote it very gracefully; someone wrote it very well, someone wrote it very sad. Life, like a song. Some people sing it cheerful, some people sing it gloomy; some people sing it gently, some people sing it desolate. Life, like a jar of wine. Someone made it into a sweet glutinous rice wine, some people make it into a strong wine Sanhua; people who drink will say that it is a good altar wine, people who do not drink but it is a bad altar liqueur. And I say, life, like a cup of tea, sit down and savor, both mellow, but also bitter.