One Art

　 One Art
　　
　　The art of losing isn't hard to master;
　　so many things seem filled with the intent
　　to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
　　
　　
　　Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
　　of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
　　The art of losing isn't hard to master.
　　
　　
　　Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
　　places, and names, and where it was you meant
　　to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
　　
　　
　　I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
　　next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
　　The art of losing isn't hard to master.
　　
　　
　　I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
　　some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
　　I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
　　
　　
　　--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
　　I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
　　the art of losing's not too hard to master
　　though it may look like (*Write* it!) like disaster.
　　
　　
　　 by Elizabeth Bishop
 恩 一个豁然开朗的时刻 是充满了美满 and 很多很多
    一切的一切 会从最初 来到更最初~
里面有一个情节 是讲到外婆买了电视 关于她不了解怎么和外孙女相处的某一点
我想到了我的外婆
呵呵 当初还真是因为一台全新的 有线电视 我才觉得外婆家也不是那么无聊
我记得 我小时候很怕她
可是后来她生病了 每年的夏天都会来家里住
见到她的时候 我总会很紧张 可是慢慢的 一切都好起来了 ok 美错
或许 只要和我住在一起的人 我总能和他们产生美好的感情
但是她是唯一一个让我永远把这份感情留在心里的人
或许直至她去世 我都觉得世界上最了解我的人 只有她
纪念吧 i love you~