生死本无界，每个人所恐惧的并不是死亡本身，而是死亡的过程，那波涛滚滚，生命不过是河水中溅起来的朵朵浪花，转瞬即逝。然而灵魂却可以不死，它在河流中 穿行了千年，一次次地在每一个个体的闪光中呈现出来，生死之河承载着灵魂之光曲曲折折地前行，我们在其中感到愉悦，也许会欢歌起来。

The door of Henry’s lunchroom opened and two men came in. They sat down at the counter.

"What’s yours?" George asked them.

"I don’t know," one of the men said. "What do you want to eat, Al?"

"I don’t know," said Al. "I don’t know what I want to eat."

Outside it was getting dark. The street-light came on outside the window. The two men at the counter read the menu. From the other end of the counter Nick Adams watched them. He had been talking to George when they came in.

"I’ll have a roast pork tenderloin with apple sauce and mashed potatoes," the first man said.

"It isn’t ready yet."

"What the hell do you put it on the card for?"

"That’s the dinner," George explained. "You can get that at six o’clock."

George looked at the clock on the wall behind the counter.

"It’s five o’clock."

"The clock says twenty minutes past five," the second man said.

"It’s twenty minutes fast."

"Oh, to hell with the clock," the first man said. "What have you got to eat?"

"I can give you any kind of sandwiches," George said. "You can have ham and eggs, bacon and eggs, liver and bacon, or a steak."

"Give me chicken croquettes with green peas and cream sauce and mashed potatoes."

"That’s the dinner."

"Everything we want’s the dinner, eh? That’s the way you work it."

"I can give you ham and eggs, bacon and eggs, liver..."