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中學時代，友人Tristan介紹我看拜倫和紀伯倫，年少無知，老實說並不懂欣賞，閱讀大部份只為了扮有型。

年紀漸長，在懂得欣賞作品的意義和美。特別是Gibran的《Children》，節錄如下：

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.

沒什麼可以補充，只能說讀到智慧的話，就有種當頭棒喝的感覺，而且文字寫得多漂亮！（被感動到）

最近再次開始寫，才發覺我從青少年開始，都甚少寫我父母。然後不禁一陣苦笑，我也該準備好並接受，兒子長大後，我在他們生命和心上所佔的位置只剩下很少很少。突然諗想起《燕詩》中的那幾句：「燕燕爾勿悲，爾當反自思：思爾為雛日，高飛背母時。」

沒關係，且行且珍惜。

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