妈妈健康处方 Gesundheitsrezept für Mama  (cn | en)

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亲爱的妈妈：

写完了爸爸健康处方，怕您不高兴，就赶紧开始写妈妈健康处方。其实您不会不高兴，我只是盼望您和爸爸一样也对生活充满盼望，每一天都像小孩子一样过得单纯，快乐。我们的生活充满各样的事情和各样的干扰，噪声，甚至于各样的担心，忧虑和恐惧。这世界不容许我们的心得到安宁和稳妥，这世界试图让我们忙忙忙，忧忧忧。我们被世界蒙蔽，却误以为这就是生活，人生就是这样。 

亲爱的妈妈，我们应该有不一样的生活，我们的心是可以充满平安和喜乐的，我们的心是可以宽恕别人和饶恕自己的。我们不用一生都背着沉重的负担，背着岁月加给我们的伤痕，背着人生带给我们的遗憾。我们的心是可以充满期待和感恩的。春天的小草让我们惊喜，夏天的青蛙使人忆起童年，秋天的收获使我们欢欣鼓舞，而冬天的雪花让我们知道造物主的伟大。

时值冬天，祖国许多地方已下过雪了。德国的天气也冷了，出门要穿羽绒服了，大街上渐渐听到了圣诞节的歌声：“啊！圣善夜，众星照耀极光明，今夜良辰，亲爱救主临尘。” 多美妙的诗歌，在寒冷的季节带给我们崭新的盼望，鼓舞我们奋发向上。亲爱的妈妈，我祝福您身体健康，生活安定，心情愉快，笑口常开。我想送给您的健康处方就是：

1. 常常喜乐
2. 多多祈祷
3. 事事感恩。

谨以此文献给年逾花甲的妈妈，以及天下所有渐渐步入老年的父母亲们。

儿 敬书

2012年11月18日 柏林家中

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英文翻译版：

Health Prescription for My Mother

Author: Bing Bing

Dear Mother：

I have just finished writing Father’s prescription for health, and at once I hasten to write yours—not out of fear that you would feel neglected, but out of longing that you too may carry within you the same bright hope. That each day may unfold before you with the innocence of a child: simple, unburdened, and filled with joy.

Yet life presses upon us with its endless clamor—its noise, its distractions, its anxieties, its shadows of fear. The world conspires to rob our hearts of peace, to keep us restless and hurried, convinced that this turmoil is what life must be. But no, Mother, it need not be so.

There is another way of living. A heart may yet be a sanctuary of peace and joy. A soul may still learn forgiveness—toward others, and toward itself. We were not made to carry forever the burdens of years, nor the scars left by time, nor the regrets laid upon us by life. Our hearts may instead be filled with expectation and with gratitude.

For see how the seasons themselves whisper this truth:
The tender grass of spring, trembling with surprise.
The frogs of summer, echoing the laughter of childhood.
The harvest of autumn, brimming with song and abundance.
The snow of winter, falling in silence, proclaiming the majesty of the Creator.

Now winter is here again. In our homeland, snow has already fallen; here in Germany, the cold deepens, and one must wrap in down before stepping outside. Along the streets, the carols begin to rise:

“O holy night, the stars are brightly shining;
This is the night of our dear Savior’s birth.”

How beautiful a hymn! How tenderly it brings new hope into the frost of the season, how it lifts weary hearts with courage, with light, with promise.

And so, Mother, my wish for you is simple: health for your body, peace for your dwelling, joy for your spirit, and a smile that never fades. If I could offer you one prescription for life, it would be only this:

1. Rejoice always.
2. Pray without ceasing.
3. Give thanks in everything.

These words I dedicate to you—my beloved mother, now gracefully crossing into the later years of life—and to all parents everywhere who walk gently into the autumn of their days.

With love everlasting,
Your Son

Nov 18， 2012 Berlin