蜗居在巷陌的寻常幸福SimpleHappinessofDwellingintheBackStreets隐逸的生活似乎在传统意识中一直被认为是幸福的至高境界。但这种孤傲遁世同时也是孤独的，纯粹的隐者实属少数，而少数者的满足不能用来解读普世的幸福模样。Asecludedlifehastraditionallybeendeemed,asitseems,thesupremestateofhappiness,althoughsuchaloofnessandretirementbreedlonelinessaswell.Fewpeopleinfactendupasgenuinerecluses,whosecontentmentdoesnotsufficetoconstruewhathappinessisforall.有道是小隐隐于野，大隐隐于市。真正的幸福并不隐逸，可以在街市而不是丛林中去寻找。Asacommonsayinggoes,whilethe“lesserhermit”livesinseclusioninthecountry,the“greaterhermit”doessointhecity.Notnecessarilyinsolitudedoesresidetruehappinesswhichcanbefoundinbusystreetsratherthaninthewoods.晨光，透过古色古香的雕花窗棂，给庭院里精致的盆景慢慢地化上一抹金黄的淡妆。那煎鸡蛋的“刺啦”声袅袅升起，空气中开始充斥着稚嫩的童音、汽车启动的节奏、夫妻间甜蜜的道别，还有邻居们简单朴素的问好。巷陌中的这一切，忙碌却不混乱，活泼却不嘈杂，平淡却不厌烦。Hereinthecitylanestheearlymorningsunshinefiltersthroughthecarvedold-stylelatticedwindowsonthewallsandfaintlygildstheexquisitepottedplantsincourtyards.Aseggssizzleinfryingpans,themorningbeginstofillwithrisingsounds:thesoftvoicesofchildren,thechuggingrhythmofcarengines,thesweetexchangeofgoodbyesbetweenhusbandsandwives,aswellasthebriefgreetingsamongneighbors.Suchbackstreetsarebusybutnotchaotic,livelybutnotclamorous,plainbutnotwearisome.巷尾的绿地虽然没有山野的苍翠欲滴，但是空气中弥漫着荒野中所没有的生机。微黄的路灯下，每一张长椅都写着不同的心情，甜蜜与快乐、悲伤与喜悦，交织在一起，在静谧中缓缓发酵。谁也不会知道在下一个转角中会是怎样的惊喜，会是一家风格独特食客不断的小吃店？是一家放着爵士乐的酒吧？还是一家摆着高脚木凳、连空气都闲散的小小咖啡馆？坐在户外撑着遮阳伞的木椅上，和新认识的朋友一边喝茶，一边谈着自己小小的生活，或许也是一种惬意。Althoughthegreenpatchesattheendofthebackstreetsarenotsolushlyverdantasthoseonthemountains,theurbanairispermeatedwithavitalitylackinginthewilderness.Underpaleyellowstreetlamps,eachbenchembodiesdiversifiedfeelings—sweetnessandhappiness,joysandsorrows—allinterwoventoslowlyfermentintranquility.Nooneknowswhatkindofpleasantsurprisemaybeinstoreforhimaroundthecorner:auniquelystyledandbusycafe?Orabaremittingjazzmusic?Oracoffeeshopwithtallstoolsandarelaxedatmosphere?Perhapsitisalsosatisfyingjusttositoutdoorsonawoodenchairunderasunshade,chattingoveracupofteaaboutdailytrifleswithnewfriends.一切，被时间打磨，被时间沉淀，终于形成了一种习惯，一种默契，一种文化。Alltheseelements,temperedanddepositedbytime,settledfinallyintoacustom,atacitunderstandingandaculture.和来家中做客的邻居朋友用同一种腔调巧妙地笑谑着身边的琐事，大家眯起的眼睛都默契地闪着同一种狡黠；和家人一起围在饭桌前，衔满食物的嘴还发着含糊的声音，有些聒噪，但没人厌烦。Whenneighborsandfriendscome,theysharewittyjokesaboutpersonaltrivialities,implicitlyunderstandingeachother'seyemovementsoflikeastuteness.Familymemberssitaroundthediningtable,chatteringthroughmouthfulsoffood,andnooneisbotheredbythenoise.小巷虽然狭窄，却拉不住快乐蔓延的速度⋯⋯Thoselanes,narrowastheymaybe,cannotholdbackthepervadinghappiness...随着城市里那些密集而冰冷的高楼大厦拔地而起，在拥堵的车流中，在污浊的空气里，人们的幸福正在一点点地破碎，飘零。大家住得越来越宽敞，越来越私密。自我，也被划进一个单独的空间里，小心地不去触碰别人的心灵，也不容许他人轻易介入。可是，一个人安静下...
