天堂,一个美丽的地方,那是快乐的故乡,那里没有痛苦,没有忧伤,美丽的天使在云端欢快地舞蹈,可爱的精灵在一旁歌唱;而我,在地面,只是仰望。我知道,那里只有单纯的快乐,却没有人间的五味、万事的沧桑,没有平凡中的喜怒、患难时的真情。我贴在地面步行,不在云端跳舞。我知道,杯中的白开水,是温热的;手中的红苹果,是酸甜的。我知 Heaven, a beautiful place, it is a happy homeland, there is no pain, no sorrow, beautiful angel dancing in the clouds, lovely elf singing in the side; and I, on the ground, just look up. I know, there is only simple happiness, but no human flavors, the vicissitudes of all things, there is no ordinary in the mood of anger, suffering. I am walking on the ground, not dancing in the clouds. I know that the cup of boiling water is warm; the red apple in my hand is sour and sweet. I know