人不曾真正休息。
People never really rest.
从第一声卖力而响亮的啼哭中，婴儿们开始了人生这个永远律动而忙碌的旅程。他们在打闹，在玩耍，在欢笑，他们的骨骼在生长，脚步在奔跑，大脑里的突触蓬勃地建立起来，咿咿呀呀的话语从他们嘴巴里蹦出，爸爸妈妈弯弯的笑影在他们的眼睛里掠过……短短的几年里，这些新降临于世的小生命，跌跌撞撞地打量着陌生的世界，依靠无穷的活力和不倦的好奇心宣告了诞生的美丽，做好了奔忙一生的准备。
From the first hard and loud cry, the babies began their journey of life. They are making fun, playing, laughing, their bones are growing, their feet are running, the synapses in their brains are booming, babbling words are popping out of their mouths, and the curved smile of their parents is passing through their eyes In just a few years, these new small life came into the world, stumbling to look at the strange world, relying on infinite vitality and tireless curiosity to announce the birth of the beauty, ready for a busy life.
没有人会愿意躺在软榻上消耗青春和智慧，咀嚼着垃圾食品，孕育着脂肪，享受着大脑空无一物的快乐。然而随着我们渐渐长大，我们会羡慕躺在摇篮里的婴儿，梦想回到没有作业和考试的童年，坐在哔哔剥剥的柴堆旁烤番薯，那是因为我们正在不断地忙碌近乎相同的事物，向往短暂的休息和忙碌内容的变幻。可是幻想中的休息必定是短暂的，是一种精神的鼓励，是为了新的忙碌和新的奋斗。正如睡眠是每一个人类的必需，但每当清晨的阳光唤醒新的一天，一夜的休息总要匆匆做结，没有永久的梦境――永远的安眠只能是死亡。
No one is willing to lie on a soft couch and consume youth and wisdom, chew junk food, breed fat, and enjoy the happiness of empty brain. However, as we grow up, we will envy the baby lying in the cradle, dream of returning to the childhood without homework and exams, and sit beside the peeled firewood to bake sweet potatoes. That's because we are constantly busy with almost the same things, yearning for a short rest and the change of busy content. But the rest in the fantasy must be short, it is a kind of spiritual encouragement, it is for new busyness and new struggle. Just as sleep is a necessity for every human being, but every morning when the sun wakes up a new day, the rest of the night always ends in a hurry, there is no permanent dream - eternal sleep can only be death.
形形色色的人们在世界的每个角落以各种方式繁忙着，可以说是生活所迫，也可以说是生命使然。他们努力地工作就像蜜蜂努力地做巢，蚂蚁团团地寻找食物，硅藻无止地旋转一样，是自然的呼吸，是只要生命进程延续就永不停息的脉搏。看似亭亭静立的树木在阳光下伸展着慵懒的叶子，她的叶绿体却正在超负荷的运转，色素被激发而快乐地跃动；即使是躺在沙滩上凝望大海度假的人们，他们体内的血液依旧在血管里飞速流淌，无数的挤在一起的红细胞不厌其烦地完成运载氧的使命。生命不懂得休息，因为他知道，一旦停下来，就再也无法启动，一旦放弃工作，就将回到出生前无知无觉的虚无时代。某种意义上来说，生命是在降生起就被编好指令的程序，她的任务就是不停地运行，直到不能再运行为止：这是生命的宿命。
All kinds of people are busy in all kinds of ways in every corner of the world. It can be said that they are forced by life or caused by life. They work as hard as bees do their nest, ants search for food and diatoms rotate endlessly. It's a natural breath, a pulse that never stops as long as the life process continues. It seems that the trees are stretching their lazy leaves in the sun, but her chloroplasts are overloaded, and the pigments are excited and jump happily. Even the people lying on the beach staring at the sea for vacation, their blood is still flowing rapidly in the blood vessels, and countless crowded red cells are tirelessly completing the mission of carrying oxygen. Life doesn't know how to rest, because he knows that once he stops, he will never be able to start. Once he gives up his job, he will return to the era of ignorance and unconsciousness before he was born. In a sense, life is a program that has been programmed since birth. Her task is to keep running until it can no longer run: This is life's destiny.
任何生物是无机寒冷的物质世界中的一个奇迹，也是一个悲剧。她是对抗熵增最勇敢、最彻底的战士，她无畏地面对死亡的威胁，沿着衰老和无序的宇宙之流，逆流而上。她的结局注定了她不息的挣扎，她必须在有限的时间内证明她的存在意义，她必须让一朵烟花在漆黑的夜空中留下转瞬即逝却璀璨夺目的痕迹。她是从外界不断吸取能量而维持动力的机器，尽管抵挡不了必然的老化和磨损，以及最后的破败，她依旧用那逐渐老去的躯体在创造奇迹。 也许宇宙终将在一片热寂中死去，死亡终将嘲笑生命所作出的所有努力，但在那一刻到来之前，生命未曾停止，时间长河中一切的生生不息的万物，将始终是这个宇宙的骄傲。
Any creature is a miracle and a tragedy in the inorganic cold material world. She is the bravest and most thorough fighter against entropy increase. She bravely faces the threat of death and goes up against the current of aging and disordered universe. Her ending doomed her endless struggle, she must prove her existence significance in a limited time, she must let a fireworks leave a fleeting but dazzling trace in the dark night sky. She is a machine that constantly absorbs energy from the outside world to maintain its power. Although it can not withstand the inevitable aging and wear, as well as the final dilapidation, she still works miracles with her aging body. Maybe the universe will die in a heat silence, and death will laugh at all the efforts made by life. But before that moment comes, life never stops. All the living things in the long river of time will always be the pride of the universe.
