蘇童
中國當代作家
因為懂得，所以慈悲。
Because I understand, I am compassionate.
笑，全世界便與你同聲笑，哭，你便獨自哭。
Laugh, and the world laughs with you; weep, and you weep alone.
生命是一朵千瓣蓮花，我拒絕了綻放的同時，我也拒絕了枯萎。
Life is a thousand-petaled lotus; by refusing to bloom, I also refuse to wither.
人總是在接近幸福時倍感幸福，在幸福進行時卻患得患失。
People always feel happier when approaching happiness but become anxious when happiness is ongoing.
于千萬人之中遇見你所遇見的人，于千萬年之中，時間的無涯的荒野里，沒有早一步，也沒有晚一步，剛巧趕上了，那也沒有別的話可說，惟有輕輕地問一聲："噢，你也在這里嗎？"
Among thousands of people, you meet those you've met. Through thousands of years, across the boundless wilderness of time, you happen to meet them, neither earlier nor a bit too late. There is nothing to be said except to ask lightly, "Oh, you're here too?"
孤獨的人有他們自己的泥沼。
Lonely people have their own bog.
也許每一個男子全都有過這樣的兩個女人，至少兩個。娶了紅玫瑰，久而久之，紅的變了墻上的一抹蚊子血，白的還是"床前明月光"；娶了白玫瑰，白的便是衣服上沾的一粒飯黏子，紅的卻是心口上一顆朱砂痣。
Maybe every man has had two such women, at least two. Married to a red rose, over time, the red becomes a mosquito blood stain on the wall, while the white remains "moonlight before the bed"; married to a white rose, the white becomes a grain of sticky rice on the clothes, while the red remains a cinnabar mole on the heart.
回憶這東西若是有氣味的話，那就是樟腦的香，甜而穩(wěn)妥，像記得分明的快樂，甜而悵惘，像忘卻了的憂愁。
If memories had a smell, it would be the fragrance of camphor, sweet and secure, like clearly remembered happiness, sweet and melancholy, like forgotten sorrow.
生命是一襲華美的袍，爬滿了蚤子。