In one's childhood, happiness is a very simple thing; After be brought up, simple it is a very happy thing.
小时候，幸福是件很简单的事；长大后，简单是件很幸福的事。
—— preface
——题记
Days elapses quickly, of junior muddled we go all the way towards youth, die without known cause finally however ……
时光荏苒，年少懵懂的我们向着青春一路走来，最终却无疾而终……
Childlike can divide a candy because of how in one's childhood and happy daylong, unrestrained, run east on the west leap up, resemble a bronco that fasten does not stay in, without aggravating worry, without dark shrewdness, come happily so simply. Alleged grief, was to throw a toy nevertheless, got fright. Cast aside twitch one's mouth, tear have not come out, be attracted by butterfly went attention. In those days we always laugh in lachrymal light to one's heart's content, what defeating tears happily is flashy billowy and come.
天真烂漫的小时候会因为多分了一颗糖而开心一整天，无拘无束，东跑西蹿，像匹拴不住的野马，没有恼人的心事，没有阴暗的城府，幸福来得如此简单。所谓伤心事，不过是丢了玩具，受了惊吓。撇撇嘴，眼泪尚未褪去，便被蝴蝶吸引去了注意力。那时的我们总是在泪光中大笑开怀，幸福就在破涕的一瞬间汹涌而来。
The days old person that drawing carriage lets us be in imperceptible in lost the past. Encounter too much person, too much thing, we begin no longer innocent, believe fairy tale no longer, imagine the happiness of those entirely imaginary no longer. The friend beside is increasing, be like a lantern with paper cut figures of men to change ceaseless, false smile is increasing, what wait for sincerely is less and less however. We are decay, grown after be harmed, learned to wear a mask, learned the ways of the world pliable, learned to put on protective color, do not take off for anybody. Our clamour is worn do not change for other, broke again however hold to. We were gone to secretly days, stubborn however reservation is worn memory, in in the still of night when, a person increases memory slowly lukewarm, put into the heart. Our yearning and simple happiness, however gradually ability not equal to one's ambition.
驾着马车的时光老人让我们在不知不觉中丢了过去。遇到太多的人，太多的事，我们开始不再天真，不再相信童话，不再幻想那些虚无缥缈的美好。身边的朋友越来越多，似走马灯换个不停，虚假的笑容越来越多，真心相待的却越来越少。我们在一次次伤害后蜕变、长大，学会了戴上面具，学会了世故圆滑，学会了穿上保护色，不为任何人脱下。我们叫嚣着不为他人改变，却又失了坚持。我们被偷去了时光，却倔强的保留着回忆，在夜深人静之时，一个人把回忆慢慢加温，放进心里。我们向往简单的幸福，却渐渐力不从心。
After won't want to be brought up in one's childhood, be how, after be brought up, answering all the time however look at the past how. In admiring memory can of to one's heart's content oneself, want to return simple life. Pick next masks to others then, take off next camouflage, after black and blue composition, pick up a broken protective color, lick in corner of fall back on, pledge ambitious big, however again second hurt oneself for the person that care be a nass of bruises. We are too foolish. Mature in harm, become do not believe happiness, the heart becomes more and more complex, also see even oneself not clear.
小时候不会去想长大后是怎样，长大后却一直在回望过去如何。羡慕记忆里可以开怀的自己，想要回到简单的生活。于是对别人摘下面具，脱下伪装，遍体鳞伤作文之后，拾起破碎的保护色，退到角落里舔伤，发誓要强大，却又一次次为在乎的人把自己伤得体无完肤。我们都太傻。在伤害中一次次成熟，变得不相信幸福，心变得越来越复杂，就连自己也看不清了。
Abrupt discovery is green no longer, held a tail in a hurry, was hurt by firm firm however. Time resembles a shambles, obliterated us originally innocent about. We were ground gradually edges and corners, come out dash, did not have the sth used to one's own advantage that carries forcedly and courage again. Once we dream to become heroic giant, can beg only now have rest and build up strength of a place, simple and happy. Once we are proud in that way eager to do well in everything, be forced lowliness can'ts bear so however. Put no less than pasts, take do not remove future, defect cannot move in memory. Obviously very sad, ambitious however Yan Huan laughs. Injury of a heart gets scattered here and there, foolish still draw out foolishly, let a person one knife put to death by dismembering the body of one knife ground. Hurt eventually appeared, also enrage sincerity without force again in order to was waited for, lock up the heart, silent cure injury, will wrap up with singing cut, mask the truest oneself, become the compassion that begins to be fed up with others and pity, act independently, doleful photograph is followed.
突然发现青春不再，匆匆忙忙抓住了尾巴，却被狠狠伤了一场。时间就像一个屠宰场，抹杀了我们原本天真的模样。我们被渐渐磨掉了棱角，褪去了锐气，再没有了硬扛的资本和勇气。曾经的我们梦想成为顶天立地的巨人，可现在只求有一块地方休养生息，简单而快乐。曾经的我们是那样骄傲好强，却被逼得如此卑微不堪。放不下过去，拿不起未来，陷在回忆里动弹不得。明明很难过，却要强颜欢笑。一颗心伤得七零八落，还傻傻的掏出来，让人一刀一刀地凌迟。终于伤透了，再也没有力气真心以待了，把心锁起来，默默疗伤，用歌声来包扎伤口，掩盖最真实的自己，变得开始讨厌别人的同情和怜悯，独来独往，寂寞相随。
The mankind always is evolution is more and more alone, because harm is too much, just close oneself in oneself world so, use silk like silkworm oneself one layer upon layer encase, finally however get enmeshed in a web of one's own spinning. The heart that incline to shuts oneself, lost the persistence that pursues happiness, bear increasingly, step is more and more serious also, want to cry out aloud very much: But with simple, is happiness good?
人类总是进化的越来越孤单，因为伤害太多了，所以才把自己关在自己的世界里，像蚕一样用丝把自己一层层包住，最后却作茧自缚。趋向自闭的心，失去了追求幸福的执着，背负得越来越多，步伐也越来越重，好想大声呐喊：可不可以简简单单，幸福就好？
Can a haven of peace exist really? A bamboo utensil for holding cooked rice feed, drink of one gourd ladle, flatly light, simple happy ……
世外桃源会不会真的存在？一箪食，一瓢饮，平平淡淡，简单的幸福着……(文/张新)