I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.

  • -- Sylvia Plath 西尔维娅·普拉斯

我感到我的肺被汹涌而来的风景——空气、山、树、人——吹胀了。我想,“这就是快乐。

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With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

带着欢笑和笑声,让老皱纹来吧。

But happiness is no respecter of persons.

但幸福不分贵贱。