Your children are not your children.
你的儿女其实不是你的儿女。
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
他们是生命对于自身渴望而诞生的孩子。
They come through you but not from you。
他们借助你来到这个世界，却非因你而来。
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
他们在你身旁，却并不属于你。
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
你可以给予他们的是你的爱，却不是你的想法。
For they have their own thoughts.
因为他们有自己的思想。
You may house their bodies but not their souls.
你可以庇护的是他们的身体，却不是他们的灵魂。
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
因为他们的灵魂属于明天，属于你做梦也无法达到的明天。

你发了一句小沈的！

还有妈妈给我们看的！

这周发的好多有没有

看到没看到没！

暖贴———————————————————————————心若向阳，无谓悲伤

问一下你们介不介意我发中文，如果不介意我还能多发一点

They're gone now.
他们已经走了。
I stood in the driveway and watched my grown children drive off into the distance. I looked down the road until I could no longer see their vehicles.
我站在车道上，看着我那些已长大的孩子驶远。我凝视着那路的尽头，直到再看不见他们的车。
"They live way too far away from me," I said to myself. "When did they grow up and become parents of small children? Shouldn't that be me?"
“他们住得离我太远了，”我自言自语道，“他们什么时候长大且为人父母的？我不是才长大，才为人父母吗？”
I slipped back inside the house and just walked through the rooms for no reason in particular. I was just missing them already and looking for signs of their having been here. There were pillows on the floor where they had been tossed from the couch and a few stuffed animals lying around where the children had been playing.
我回到屋里，只是漫无目的地行走于各个房间里。他们才刚走，我就已经开始想他们了，只好在屋里寻找着他们曾逗留的痕迹。地板上的枕头是孩子们从沙发上扔下来的，一些布绒玩具动物正躺在孩子们之前玩耍的地方。
@赶赶猫 @POZEY @Jimmy翱殿下

啦啦啦

子给落下的，毕竟她只有四个月大。
"I wonder what else has been left behind," I said out loud to no one in particular. My husband heard me and joined the search for things left behind.
“我想知道还有什么东西落下了，”我大声地自言自语道。我丈夫听见了我的话，也和我一块搜寻那些落下的东西。
It seems like every time our family gets together something is left behind. When I call my children to tell them what they have left behind I am usually told, "Oh, just bring it when you come," "Keep it for me until I come back the next time,” or “Hey, I really need that, would you mind mailing it to me?"
似乎每次我们家庭聚会，他们总会落下一些东西。每次我打电话告诉我的孩子他们都落下些什么的时候，他们通常会跟我说，“噢，下次你来时给我们带上吧。”或者“帮我留着，下次我回去再取。”又或者“嗨，我急着用，能帮我邮寄过来吗？”

Then my eyes teared up as I noticed the baby outfit beside the sink where it had been left to dry after spots had been scrubbed out of it. The little outfit, now stain free, reminded me of the trip to the emergency room with Rowan due to a gash on her head that was caused from a flower pot pulled over by her curious little fingers.
接着，留意到水槽旁晾着的那件污点已被洗净的婴儿服时，我满眼是泪。那件干净的小衣服让我想起了带罗温去急诊室那件事。那次，她用好奇的小手指拉倒了一个花瓶，碎片在她头上划开了一道很深的口子。

"Hmmm, things left behind…" I pondered to myself. It seems there is one thing that is left behind on every occasion. Memories are always left behind, I reasoned, and what a precious thing good memories are to us. I thought how each item left behind reminded me of the person it belonged to and the story surrounding it. The insides of the turkey fryer that was left behind reminded me of the delicious Thanksgiving meal that we all enjoyed. The empty pie pan reminded me of Katie's delicious pies. The angel figurine reminded me of the white elephant gift exchange game that we play every year. Even the bad memory of Rowan's injury reminded me of how frightened I was at the sound of her cry. It is a bad memory that turned into a good one as it reminded us of how precious little Rowan is to us.
“嗯，落下的东西……”我陷入沉思中。有一样东西似乎每次都会被落下，那就是记忆，我寻思道，美好的记忆对我们来说是如此珍贵。我想着，每一件落下的东西如何勾起了我对物主以及相关故事的追忆。那个火鸡油炸锅内胆使我想起了我们都很享受的那顿美味的感恩节大餐；空空的烙馅饼用的平底锅使我想起了卡蒂的美味馅饼；天使小雕像使我想起了我们每年都会玩的“白象礼物交换游戏”；甚至关于罗温受伤的那段糟糕的记忆也使我想起了听到她

听到她的哭喊声时，我有多惊恐。这个糟糕的记忆之所以变得美好是因为它提醒了我，小罗温对我们来说是如此珍贵。
Memories happen even if we aren't aware of it. The stressful and difficult moments often become memories that we look back on later with laughter and joy. They are the stories of the future when one day someone will say, "Remember when ... ?" and everyone laughs.
即使在我们毫不知情的情况下，记忆也在生成着。当我们回首时，我们会对那些充满压力和困难的过往时刻报以微笑，心生喜悦。未来的某天里，有人会问：“还记得……那个时候吗？”这时，一个个故事又会被引出，众人亦随之呵呵大笑。

Yes, I stood in the driveway and watched my grown children drive off into the distance and I remembered my own parents once doing the same thing. I never knew then that I would one day be the one waving from the driveway and feeling my heart drive off down the road. That's because there is one more thing besides memories left behind ... and that is love.
是的，我站在车道上，看着我那些已长大的孩子驶远。我记起自己的父母也曾做着同样的事。我从没想过自己有一天也会在车道上向远方挥手，感受着自己的心沿着那路驶远。那是因为,除了留下的记忆以外，还有一样东西也留下了……而那就是爱。
As Elizabeth Stone said, "To have a child is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body."
正如伊丽莎白•斯通所说：“有了孩子就永远注定你的心将游离体外。”

好长的故事，有人喜欢吗？