人在低谷时，不要打扰任何人 （深度好文）

你再大的酸楚，也只是别人的故事。
人生海海，每个人都在红尘之中翻滚起伏。
有人住高楼，有人在深沟。
但谁也逃不过斗转星移，山河变换。
身居高位时，别忘了来时的路和最初的坚守。
处在低谷时，别丧失走出绝境的信心，也不要轻易打扰任何人。
You're so sad, it's just someone else's story.
Life sea, everyone in the red dust rolling ups and downs.
Some people live in tall buildings, some people are in deep ditches.
But no one can escape the battle to turn the star shift, mountains and rivers change.
When you're in a high position, don't forget the way you came and the initial stick.
When you are at a low ebb, don't lose the confidence to get out of a desperate situation, and don't bother anyone easily.

01
没有人喜欢孤独，只是害怕失望。
人在低谷时，都渴望有人能拉自己一把，可世事难料，再深的情谊终究敌不过人情冷暖。
雪怕太阳草怕霜，做人就怕心受伤。
已经尝过一次人情冷暖的人，绝不会尝第二次了。
人常说：“求人如吞三尺剑，靠人如上九重天。”
我们怕自己走不出命运的死胡同，也怕希望一次次落空。
人海漂流本就不易，每个人都有自己的选择，何苦用自己的不幸，去为难他人。
于是我们在低谷时都自觉地选择，不打扰任何人。
别人帮得了你一时，帮不了你一世。
如果适应了这突如其来的温暖，又该如何熬过一个人的寒冬？
处在低谷之中，最可怕的不是孤独。
而是习惯了有人陪伴，最后却不得不接受散场和离席，一个人守着失望。
我们都曾为排解孤独，置身于聚会与人潮之中。
可当热闹褪去的那一刻，却发现内心的孤独感，竟比一个人时，来得还要猛烈。
每一个漆黑的夜里，能真正治愈孤独，帮助我们走出低谷的人，永远都只有自己。
No one likes to be lonely, just afraid of disappointment.
People in the trough, are eager for someone to pull their own, but the world is difficult to predict, and then deep friendship after all the enemy but warm and cold.
Snow is afraid of the sun grass afraid of frost, people are afraid of heart injury.
People who have tasted the warmth of human feelings once will never taste the second time. People often say: "Ask people to swallow a three-foot sword, rely on people like nine days." We are afraid that we can not walk the dead end of fate, but also afraid of hope again and again lost.
People drifting is not easy, everyone has their own choice, how bitter with their own misfortunes, to difficult others.
So we all choose consciously when we are at a low ebb, without disturbing anyone.
Someone else can help you for a while, they can't help you for a lifetime.
If you adapt to this sudden warmth, how to survive a person's winter?
In the midst of the trough, the scariest thing is not loneliness.
But accustomed to someone to accompany, but finally had to accept the break and leave, a person to guard the disappointment.
We've all been in the midst of parties and crowds to wed out loneliness.
But when the excitement fades the moment, but found that the inner loneliness, than a person, come even more violent.
Every dark night, can really heal loneliness, help us out of the trough, always only their own.
02
笑，全世界陪你同声笑；哭，你便独自哭。
这个世界从来都是，笑，全世界陪你一起笑；哭，你便独自一人哭。
妥协过，挣扎过，最后无奈地选择不打扰任何人。
人情似纸张张薄，事事如棋局局新，这世间看戏的，总比唱戏的多。
你再大的酸楚，到了别人那里，也只是个故事。
有些人治愈不了你的伤，反而会让你每揭一次痛一次。
一个人真正的强大，就是从不依赖任何人的那一刻开始的。
Laugh, the whole world laughs with you; Cry, you cry alone.
The world has always been, laugh, the world with you to laugh; Cry, you cry alone. Compromised, struggled, and finally reluctantly chose not to disturb anyone.
Human feelings like thin paper, things like chess game new, this world to see the play, always more than singing.
You're so sad, it's just a story when you get to someone else.
Some people can't heal your wounds, but they will make you feel pain once in a while.
A person's true strength begins at the moment when he never depends on anyone.
03
走出低谷，又是一片天地。
穷人站在十字街头耍十把钢钩，钩不着亲人骨肉；
有钱人在深山老林耍刀枪棍棒，打不散无义宾朋。
大英雄手中枪翻江倒海，抵挡不住饥寒穷三个字。
一步一步地苦熬苦掖，终于我们也看见了花团锦簇，我们也知道了彩灯佳话。
路要自己一步步走，苦要自己一口口吃，抽筋扒皮才能脱胎换骨。
人生路上，低谷会有，但走出之后，又是一片天地。
Out of the trough, it is a world.
The poor stand in the cross street playing ten steel hooks, hook not the flesh and blood of their loved ones;
Rich people play with knives and sticks in the old forest in the mountains.
The big hero's gun turned over the river and fell into the sea, unable to resist the hunger and poverty of three words.
Step by step hard, finally we also saw the flower cluster, we also know the color lamp good words. Road to their own step by step, bitter to eat their own mouthful, cramping peeling in order to get rid of the bone.
Life on the road, the trough will have, but out, is a world.