《丢失的一角》我们每个人都是不完美的圆，有自己缺失的一角，一直在寻找让自己完美的办法，寻找的过程有花香，有蝴蝶，有发现的欣喜，有失落的情绪，最重要的是有希望。有一天我们找到了和自己完全一致的一角，却无法开口歌唱，也会因为跑得太快而错失风景。最后当我们放下那丢失的一角，再一次不完美时，也再一次踏上寻找的旅程，那会有新的欢喜。
The Missing Piece
-Shel Silverstein
It was missing a piece.
And it was not happy.
So it set off in search
of its missing piece.
And as it rolled
it sang this song --
"Oh, I'm lookin' for my missin' piece
I'm lookin' for my missin' piece
Hi-dee-ho, here I go,
Lookin' for my missin' piece."
Sometimes it baked in the sun
but then the cool rain would come down.
And sometimes it was frozen by the snow
but then the sun would come and warm it again.
And because it was missing a piece
it could not roll very fast
so it would stop
to talk to a worm
or smell a flower
and sometimes it would pass a beetle
and sometimes the beetle
would pass it
and this was the best time of all.
And on it went,
over oceans
"Oh I'm lookin' for my missin' piece
Over land and over seas
So grease my knees and fleece my bees
I'm lookin' for my missin' piece."
through swamps and jungles
up mountains
and down mountains
Until one day, lo and behold!
"I've found my missin' piece," it sang,
"I've found my missin' piece
So grease my knees and fleece my bees
I've found my..."
"Wait a minute," said the piece.
"Before you go greasing your knees
And fleecing your bees...
"I am not your missing piece.
I am nobody's piece.
I am my own piece.
And even if I was
somebody's missing piece
I don't think I'd be yours!"
"Oh," it sang sadly,
"I'm sorry to have bothered you."
And on it rolled.
It found another piece
but this one was too small.
And this one was too big
this one was a little too sharp
and this one was too square.
One time it seemed
to have found
the perfect piece
but it didn't hold tightly enough
and lost it.
Another time
it held too tightly
and it broke.
So on and on it rolled,
having adventures
falling into holes
and bumbing into stone walls.
And then one day it came upon
another piece that seemed
to be just right.
"Hi," it said.
"Hi," said the piece.
"Are you anybody else's missing piece?"
"Not that I know of."
"Well, maybe you want to be your own piece?"
"I can be someone else's and still be my own."
"Well, maybe you don't want to be mine."
"Maybe I do."
"Maybe we won't fit...."
"Well..."
"Hummm?"
"Ummmm!"
It fit!
It fit perfectly!
At last! At last!
And away it rolled
and because it was
now complete,
it rolled faster
and faster.
Faster than it had
ever rolled before!
So fast that it could not stop
to talk to a worm
or smell a flower
too fast for a butterfly to land.
But it could sing it's happy song,
at last it could sing
"I've found my missing piece."
And it began to sing-
"I've frown my nizzin' geez
Uf vroun my mitzin' brees
So krease ny meas
An bleez ny drees
Uf frown..."
Oh my, now that
it was complete
it could not sing at all.
"Aha," it thought.
"So that's how it is!"
So it stopped rolling...
and it set the piece down gently,
and slowly rolled away
and as it rolled it softly sang-
"Oh I'm lookin' for my missin' piece
I'm looking for my missin' piece
Hi-dee-ho, here I go,
Lookin' for my missin' piece."
