第11章简单生活（2）
&hatisonereasohesimplelife。Inaanttobe，toletsomeoheaackofresponsibility。
Wearelikewheat，hereooripeellectuallybylettinginasmuchoftheuniverse’splexityaswe。Morallyweripenbymakingourchoidweripenspirituallybyopeo’seail。
&ernoonIpickedupafallehesugarmapleinouryard。Upcloseitithsplashesofred。Atarm’slengthitwase。ItscolordependedonhowIlookedatit。
&leabouthoentitslife，transfsunlightanddioxideis，aweaoxygenthatsutsemit，whiletheythriveuponthedioxideweexhale。AeachcelloftheleafhasaainingachemiA—uponwhiscribedalltheinstruakiingasugarmaple。Stistsknowfarmoreaboutthisthaheirkendsonlyashortwayintotheseaofplexitythatisasugarmaple。
I’mbeginniand，Ithink，lis。Itdoesnotmeanblindiheworld’sstunniythechoicesthatripenus。By“simplify，simplify，”Thoreaumeantsimplifyingourselves。
Toaplishthis，>
Fodeeperthings。Thesimplelifeisnotnecessarilylivingina，gbeans。Itisrefusiourlivesbe“fritteredawaybydetail”。Aprhtmeasecretf：TurVabooks。Theyopendoorsinyourbrain。
&akelife’sjouratime。Ioayouhbliheyhadathree-year-olddaughterandaninfant，bothfullysighted。Forthoseparehinglex：bathingthebaby，mtheirdaughter，mowingthelawheywerefullofsmilesandlaughter。Iaskedthemotherhowshekepttrackoftheirlivelydaughter。“Itielittlebellsonhershoes，”shesaid>
“Whatwillyoudowhewalkstoo？”Iasked。
Shesmiled。“EverythingissoplicatedthatIdon’ttrytosolveaproblemuntilIhaveto。Itakeoatime！”
ParedownylishandplaywrightJeromeKlapkaJeromecaughtthespiritofthatenterprisewheyourboatoflifebelight，palywithwhatyouneed—ahomelyhomeandsimplepleasures，owofriends，worththeoloveaoloveyou，acat，adogaoo，eaowearandalittlemorethaodrink，forthirstisadahing。”
NotlongagoIflewhometoseemyfatherial。Hehasadiseasethathemind。Iwasasnarlofworries。Treatments？Nursinghomes？Finances？
Hewascrouawheelchair，ashriveled，whiteofthefatherIhadknown。AsIstoodthere，hurtandfused，helookedupahenIsawsomethiedandwonderfulinhiseyes：reawelledupandfilledhiseyeswithtears。Andmine。
Thatafternoon，myfathercamebawhereverhisillakenhim。Hejokedandlaughed，ohemanIhadknown。Aired，ahimtobed。Theday，hedidnotrememberIhade。Ahedied。
&hisadoiohedooropens，butweseeohatawfulmoment，werealizehowvasttheuniverseis，plexityupoy，beyondus。Butthatisthetruegiftofsimplicity：toaccepttheworld’sinfinitepli，toacceptbewilderment。
Andthen，especially，lethings。Afacewelove，perhaps，eyesbrimmingwithlove。
Itisthesimplestofthings。Butitismorethanenough。
那一年，九月的下午，我们五对夫妇各自慢悠悠地划着独木舟，沿着缅因州的萨科河顺流而下，沐浴在夏末的金色阳光之中，无比惬意。岸边的小鹿，啃着小草，摇着白色的尾巴，注视着我们这支小小的船队漂流而过。晚上，我们搭起了帐蓬，烤着牛排，围着篝火懒散地躺着，睡眼朦胧地凝望着满天繁星。有人弹拨着吉它，唱起古老的歌曲：“淡泊乃是天资，自由乃是天赐。”
当然了，田园牧歌式的漫游告一段落，我们又驱车回到这个世界，还贷款，忙工作，还有洗衣机塞满了脏衣服。偶尔我也会情不自禁地哼唱：“淡泊乃是天资，自由乃是天赐。”我多想活得淡定从容，可哪儿去找呢？