老板,买药

有一个小孩到药铺里去买药,一进门,敞开嗓子说:“老板,买药。”

老板:“人小嗓子不小。”

“知了小,声大哩!”

“知了没舌头呗!”

“簸箕有舌头,它咋不响?”

“它是竹子做的,当然不响。”

“笛子也是竹子做的,它为啥响呢?”

“笛子有眼呀!”

“筛子也有眼,它为啥不响?”

“筛子是死物。”

“鞭炮也是死物,它为啥响呢?”

“它肚里有药。”

“你这铺里也有药,它为啥不响?”

老板被这小孩问哑巴了。


What we need to know about love is no great mystery
We all know what constitutes loving behavior
We need but act upon it
Not continually question it
Over-analysis often confuses the issue
And in the end
Brings us no closer to insight
We sometimes become too busy clarifying, separating, and examining
To remember that love is easy
It’s we who make it complicated