生日这天早晨醒来，窗外鸟鸣阵阵，树荫青青，阳光要再晚一点才能照进来。
“生日快乐”，他低声跟我说，大概是看到我醒了。
“嗯，又老了一岁”， 我微笑了一下，心里很安静。
“不对，是又老了一天”。虽然我不怕老，但这样的安慰还是象微风轻拂，令人愉快。
是啊，日子要一天一天地细细地过，而不是一年一年粗粗地过，那样也许能从每一天里多留下一些记忆，也不至有天忽然发出“不知明镜里,何处得秋霜”的惊叹。如果真有来世，我们的生命真地会以另一种方式继续存在，那么此生的财富中有可能跟我们一起穿
越时空的，恐怕就只有这些记忆了。The chirping of birds greeted me in the morning when I woke up on my birthday. Outside the window was the water-color green of the spring jungle. Rays of sunshine would soon brighten the room.
"Happy Birthday", he might have noticed that I was awake now.
"Yes, one year older." I smiled, feeling peaceful.
"No, one day older." Although I haven’t yet experienced any fear for getting old, such soothing words still breezed through very pleasantly and gently.
True, it is nicer to live the time we have exquisitely not hastily, and count them by days not years. This may help us catch more beautiful moments from each day that would have otherwise slipped away unnoticed, and form richer and more colorful layers in the depth of our memories. If there were really another life after this one, or, life continued beyond death in a different form of existence, the only wealth from this world that could accompany us, on our way through spaces and times, might be only these memories.
True, it is nicer to live the time we have exquisitely not hastily, and count them by days not years. This may help us catch more beautiful moments from each day that would have otherwise slipped away unnoticed, and form richer and more colorful layers in the depth of our memories. If there were really another life after this one, or, life continued beyond death in a different form of existence, the only wealth from this world that could accompany us, on our way through spaces and times, might be only these memories.
