看起来,一个人把自己交给痛苦,比交给快乐更容易一些。譬如,听别人讲话,听到最后,耳朵里只会记住两类话:最愿意听的和最不愿意听的。然后,喜欢听的未必化成快乐,但不喜欢听的一定化成了痛苦,其他的都化成了风。有时候,风都早已刮过去了,一颗心,却还在一片无关痛痒的云彩里下着雨。人的选择性就是这么顽固,顽固得近乎荒唐。也就是说,你本可以云淡风轻地活,然而,却无缘无故地受了伤。是的,有些伤害是来找 It seems that it is easier for a person to commit himself to pain than to be happy. For example, to listen to others and to hear the end, only two types of words are remembered in their ears: the most willing to listen and the least willing to listen. Then, like listening may not be turned into happiness, but do not like to listen to certain become painful, others have turned into a wind. Sometimes the wind has long shaved past, a heart, but still in a careless cloud of rain. Human selectivity is so stubborn, stubbornly ridiculous. That is to say, you could have done it lightly, yet it was hurt for no apparent reason. Yes, some injuries are coming