原文: 关于爱

    读了张晓风的一篇文章《一个女人的爱情观》，字里行间的感情让我为之动容。

   “爱一个人就是在冰箱里留一只苹果，并且等他归来”

   “爱一个人就是在寒冷的夜里不断在他的杯子里斟上刚沸的热水”

   “爱一个人就是在拨通电话时忽然不知道要说什么，才知道原来只是想听听那熟悉的声音”

   “爱一个人就是在他的头衔，地位，学历，经历，善行，劣迹之外，看出真正的他不过是个孩子－－好孩子或坏孩子－－所以疼了他”

   “爱一个人就不免希望自己更美丽，希望自己被记得，希望自己的容颜体貌在极盛时于对方如霞光过目，永不相忘，即使在繁花谢树的冬残，也有一个人沉如历史典册的瞳仁可以见证你的华彩”

   “爱一个人就是喜欢和他拥有现在，却又追忆和他在一起的过去。喜欢听他说，那一年他怎样偷偷喜欢你，远远的凝望着你。爱一个人又总期望着未来，想到地老天荒的他年”

   “爱一个人便是小别时带走他的吻痕，如同一幅画，带着鉴赏者的朱印”

    ……

   真正的爱便是这样的无私，这样的宽容。

   可是现实中仿佛爱也成为了交换的工具，周围很少有人会只是想自己为对方做了什么，更多的总在想“他为我做了什么，他可以给我什么？”在我的眼中，这不是真正的爱。爱他就是包容他所做的一切，从不计较他给予了什么，默默地用自己的行动去爱他，无怨无悔。可能在有些人的眼里是很傻的爱情观，可是我愿意为之付出。就像伍佰的歌“简单爱你心所爱，世界也变得大了起来，所有花都为你开，所有景物也为了你安排……”

译文: To Love Means------

To Love Means------

I have read an article A Lady’s Philosophy of Love by Zhang Xiaofeng( a famous essayist in Taiwan) and been much touched by the feelings between the lines.

To love means to leave an apple in your refrigerator and wait for His return.

To love means to keep pouring new-boiled water into His cup on a chilling night.

To love means the sudden loss of your words when you have smoothly dialed Him until then you come to know that you just want to listen to the familiar voice.

To love means to find, behind His honor, rank, education, career, deeds or misdeeds, that He is no more than a kid, bad or good, so that you dote more on Him.

To love one, you can’t avoid hoping to become more sightly, to be missed often, and to have your prime beauty engraved in His memory forever like the shining of sunlight; To love one, you can’t avoid hoping that when you have walked into your winter time, still one man could project a splendid image from your withering face by His pupil of a deep segment of history.

To love means the tendency to cherish the now and recall the past with Him, and to take heed of His words about how He ever loved you secretly and fixed His gaze on you from far away. To love means the yearning for the future and the meditation on the time when both of you come to the end of life.

Ye, authentic love is so selfless and tolerant as the above.

But sadly, it seems that love has become the tool for exchange in our real life. Few of us will ponder on what ourselves have done for our lovers, but more are always thinking of what He has done for us or what He can offer us. This is no true love within my vision. To love means to tolerate what He has done all, without caring for what He has rendered you; to love means to put it into silent practice, without any regret. This philosophy of love may perhaps be reduced silly in others eyes, but I am willing to be devoted to that just like one of Wubai’s songs going ---

I hold you dear,

only for my pure--- love;

       hereby,

all worlds ---making room,

all flowers ---blooming beauty,

all scenes ---touching heart;

all------

all are for you,

my--- dear.