To The StationWe're traveling by the windows, we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of corn ad wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hillsides, of city skylines and village uppermost in our minds is the final destination. On a certain day at a certain hour, we will pull into the station. Bands will be playing and flags waving. Once we get there, so many wonderful dreams will come true and the pieces of our lives will fit together like a completed jigsaw puzzle. How restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes for loitering---waiting, waiting, waiting for the station."When we reach the station, that will be it!" we cry. "When I buy a new 450SL Mercedes Benz!"" When I put our last kid through college.""When I have paid off the mortgage!""When I get a promotion."Sooner or later, we must realize there is no station, no one place to arrive at once and for all. The true joy of life is the trip. The station is only a dream. It constantly outdistances stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, climb more mountains, eat more ice cream, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets, laugh more, cry less. Life must be lived as we go along. The station will come soon StationTucked away in our subconscious minds is an idyllic vision. We see ourselves on a long, long trip that almost spans the continent. We're traveling by passenger train, and out the windows we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hills, of biting winter and blazing summer and cavorting spring and docile uppermost in our minds is the final destination. On a certain day at a certain hour we will pull into the station. There sill be bands playing, and flags waving. And once we get there so many wonderful dreams will come true. So many wishes will be fulfilled and so many pieces of our lives finally will be neatly fitted together like a completed jigsaw puzzle. How restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes for loitering ... waiting, waiting, waiting, for the , sooner or later we must realize there is no one station, no one place to arrive at once and for all. The true joy of life is the trip. The station is only a dream. It constantly outdistances us."When we reach the station, that will be it !" we cry. Translated it means, "When I'm 18, that will be it ! When I buy a new 450 SL Mercedes Benz, that will be it ! When I put the last kid through college, that will be it ! When I have paid off the mortgage, that will be it ! When I win a promotion, that will be it ! When I reach the age of retirement, that will be it ! I shall live happily ever after !"Unfortunately, once we get it, then it disappears. The station somehow hides itself at the end of an endless track."Relish the moment" is a good motto, especially when coupled with Psalm 118:24: "This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it." It isn't the burdens of today that drive men mad. Rather, it is regret over yesterday or fear of tomorrow. Regret and fear are twin thieves who would rob us of , stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, climb more mountains, eat more ice cream, go barefoot oftener, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets, laugh more and cry less. Life must be lived as we go along. The station will come soon enough.人生驿站在我们幽静的心灵深处,始终藏着一种对田园牡歌般生活的向往。我们想象作一次横跨大陆的旅行。坐在火车上,遥望窗外,我们沉醉于一片又一片的美景之中。高 速公路上汽车飞驰,等待在路口处的孩童们向经过的火车挥动着小手,山坡上牛羊吃着青草,农家的炊烟缭绕,成排成排绿油油的庄稼掠过我们的眼帘。不知不觉, 我们的列车已驶过崇山峻岭,平原盆地。寒风刺骨的冬天,火烧般的夏天,春的骚动,秋的静美,我们都一一走过。可是,我们牵挂的还是我们的目的站。某时某刻,我们的列车终将进站,在那里,有欢迎我们到来的乐队和彩旗。我们无数的梦想实现了, 无数的愿望满足了,生活的碎片被编织成一幅精美完整的画卷。火车还没进站,我们已焦燥地在走廊里等待下车,真是不达目的不罢休。然而,我们却发现,过了一站又一站,并没出现真正的终点站!也许,生活中真正给我们带来快乐的是旅行本身,而每一个经停站只是一个个遥远的梦罢了。“要是我们到站了该有多好啊”我们兴奋地叫着。“要是我十八岁了该有多好啊”,“要是我拥有一辆车该有多好啊”,“要是我儿子已经大学毕业了该有多好啊”,“要 是我已付清了按揭该有多好啊”,“要是我得到了升迁,那该有多好啊”, “要是我已到了退休年龄,那该有多好啊,我就可以好好享受享受了” 。有多少次我们是作如是想的?我们终于又到了一站,而我们刚到,她却又消失得无影无踪。旅途中,经停站似乎永远在铁轨悠长的尽头。每天我们都能驮起生活的厚重, 它压不垮我们,然而我们却在对昨天的后悔和明天的弥茫之中丢失了今天。让我们对生活发出最响亮的礼赞吧。扬起头,挺起胸,去拥抱每一天, 品味个中每一刻的美妙。比如,可以去爬爬山,想吃冰淇淋就吃吧,赤着脚去田间走一走,跳入水里游一游,还可以去看看太阳下山。总而言之,言而总之,让生活里多一点笑声,少一点哭泣。毕竟生活是由我们自己过的。“列车的前方车站快到了,请旅客们作好准备”,喇叭里又响起了乘务员的声音。