小孩哭了

哭

哭累了

歇一会儿

继续哭

哭着哭着

竟笑了

哭是真的

笑也是真的

人生走向成熟之时

最珍惜的还是那一点天真

The child cried,

Tears fell like rain.

Cried until weary,

Resting for a while,

Then began to cry again.

In the midst of the tears,

A smile gently appeared.

The tears were real,

And so was the joy.

As life moves towards its days of growing,

The purest treasure remains—

That little spark of innocence.