Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.
Khalil Gibran有一章对孩子的描述俺特别喜欢
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• 经典。我们刚刚经历了一个特殊的时代,未来很有可能迥然不同。所有普通人认为理所应当的可能都被颠覆,就像这个时代颠覆前一个时代一样。 -大地长空- ♂ (0 bytes) () 12/05/2021 postreply 10:14:53
• 孩子他们可以不like 我们父母,好爱佛,爱我们just same as 我们爱他们。-:) -有言- ♂ (0 bytes) () 12/05/2021 postreply 15:39:27