如果你能保持冷靜慷暂，當(dāng)你身邊的人們
都變得瘋狂聘殖，紛紛指責(zé)你，
如果你能相信自己行瑞，當(dāng)所有人懷疑你
但且讓他們懷疑去吧奸腺，
如果你遭等待，卻不因等待而疲倦血久，
或者遭受欺騙突照，卻不用謊言回敬，
或者遭到憎恨氧吐，卻不用憎恨反擊讹蘑，
能夠不得意忘形，也能夠不巧言令色……
如果你能與凡人交談筑舅，且彬彬有禮座慰，
或與國(guó)王同行——而不奴顏婢膝，
如果仇敵和密友都無(wú)法傷害你翠拣；
如果你在乎每個(gè)人角骤，但不會(huì)缺了誰(shuí)就不行，
如果你在想發(fā)泄憤怒的那一分鐘
去進(jìn)行六十秒的跑步，
大地以及大地上的萬(wàn)物都將屬于你邦尊，
而更重要的是背桐，你將是真正的男人，我的孩子蝉揍！
更正：
吉卜林《如果》
諾貝爾獎(jiǎng)得主吉卜林寫(xiě)給他
12歲兒子的詩(shī)
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《如果》
如果在眾人六神無(wú)主之時(shí),
你鎮(zhèn)定自若而不是人云亦云;
如果被眾人猜忌懷疑時(shí),
你能自信如常而不去枉加辯論;
如果你有夢(mèng)想,
又能不迷失自我;
如果你有神思,
又不至于走火入魔;
如果在成功之中能不忘形于色,
而在災(zāi)難之后也勇于咀嚼苦果;
如果看到自己追求的美好破滅為一攤零碎的瓦礫,
也不說(shuō)放棄;
如果你辛苦勞作,
已是功成名就,
為了新目標(biāo),
你依舊冒險(xiǎn)一搏,
哪怕功名成烏有;
如果你跟村夫交談而不變謙恭之態(tài),
和王侯散步而不露諂媚之顏;
如果他人的愛(ài)情左右不了你,
如果你與任何人為伍都能卓然獨(dú)立;
如果昏惑的騷擾動(dòng)搖不了你的意志,
你能等自己平心靜氣再做答時(shí)……
那么链峭，你的修養(yǎng)就會(huì)如天地般博大，而你又沾，就是個(gè)真正的男子漢了弊仪，我的兒子!
英文原文
If--
By Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream-and not make dreams your master;
If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build' em up with worn out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch and toss
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings-nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run--
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And-which is more-you'll be a Man, my son!
