两个故事

第一个故事，在今天巴士上发生。我前面坐了两名小学女生。我上了巴士不久，其中一位应该是到了她的站，先下巴士。她们两在那之前的对话，令我感触深厚。

有几点要先强调：

1. 我对小女生完全没兴趣。我希望你们别在胡说八道！
2. 她们的学校，我也不知道。别问。
3. 想知道我坐那个巴士的话，我没记下巴士车牌。^^

女孩甲：你到站了。
女孩乙：啊！我们聊了这么久，差点忘了。
女孩甲：我们话还没说完。今晚在聊。
女孩乙：好，我今晚打给你。
女孩乙背着书包，向她朋友道别。
女孩甲：再见。
双层巴士就要到站。女孩乙走下楼梯。
女孩甲靠着围栏，看着她朋友下梯。
女孩甲：下了车后要向我挥手哦！
女孩乙：知道。拜拜。
巴士到站，女孩乙下了巴士，转身回头向朋友挥手。
女孩甲向她朋友挥了挥手，然后回到自己的座位。过了几个站她也下了巴士。

你可以说这并不罕见，到哪都能看到，没必要大惊小怪。对，在普通时候我也不会加以理会。但在那时我MP3播放器播着梁文福的细水长流，突然间令我想起我小时候的时光。我在小学时，是那么无忧无虑，每天都很开心，每天都期望着明天的到来。在小学跟朋友在一起时，什么好玩又不犯校规都做，天底下的事，无所不谈。现在的我，只有应该不会出卖我的电脑做伴；不够的话上网找几个虚拟女生的图片看看。现在的我，和任何人说话，不三思必遭天堑。现在的我，想到明天，一定会和永远做不完的报道挂钩。

想问大家一个问题：如果有个时光倒流器，让你回到从前，你会用吗？如果你会去用的话，你会怎么做？

如果我能回到我小时候，我不会以现在的身份，而是以我还小的时候回去。第一件会做的事是交更多朋友，还要确保和他们保持联络。我现在只有一位小学同学还有联络。其他的，不是我忘了他，就是他忘了我。在我刚到理工学院开阔新的学习生涯时，碰到了一位小学和我同班的同学。那时她和我打招呼时，我对她知道我的名字感到惊讶。花了半年多，终于想起她是谁时，以无缘和她再相会。我认为朋友是任何人一生中非常重要的人物。你一生能成功或失败，都是靠你的朋友。多不用紧，不能没有，或太少。即使和损友结交，如果你朋友多的话，一定能走出正确的道路。

第二件，就是要享受小学时光。玩卡，踢球；做完和温习功课后，就可以玩得够。现在找几个人陪我踢个球，都有问题。大家都没空，哪有那种时间浪费？你可以说我好玩，但我觉得你不懂得玩的话，你不会知道什么是休息。玩，就是要做你喜欢做的事。做你喜欢做的事时，你才会感觉轻松，你身体才会休息。你的“玩”，可能是继续读书，增广见闻。我的“玩”，却是玩电动踢足球哦！

很多东西，要失去了，才会珍惜。当然，现在说这些也没用。往事只能回味。

好花不常开，好景不常在，今宵离别后，何日君再来。

细水长流
作曲：梁文福 作词：梁文福

年少时候 谁没有梦 无意之中 你将心愿透露
就在你的生日的时候 我将小小口琴送 最难忘记 你的笑容

友情的细水慢慢流 流进了你我的心中
曾在球场边为你欢呼 你跌伤我背伏
夜里流星飞渡 想像着他日的路途 晚风听着我们壮志无数

年少时候 谁没有愁 满腔愤慨 唯有你能听得懂
每当我失意的时候 你将那首歌吹奏 琴声悠悠 解我轻忧

岁月的细水慢慢流 流到了别离的时候
轻拍你的肩 听我说朋友不要太惆怅
霓虹纵然再嚣张 我们的步履有方向 成败不论切莫将昔日遗忘

多年以后 又再重逢 我们都有了疲倦的笑容
问一声我的朋友 何时再为我吹奏 是否依旧 是否依旧

人生的际遇千百种 但有知心长相重
人愿长久 水愿长流 年少时候

第二个故事，是我在网上找到的。迟些时候才翻译。不会英文的话，就得等哦！

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to
help drain the fluid from his lungs.  His bed was next to the room's only window.  The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end.  They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and colour of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.  Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats.  Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.  Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.  As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window.  The nurse was happy to make the switch and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside.  Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.  It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.  The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.  She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

Epilogue . . . . There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.  Shared grief is half the sorrow but happiness when shared, is doubled.

If you want to feel rich, just count all of the things you have that money can't buy.  "Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."