May there be enough clouds in your life to make a beautiful sunset.
The Rosy Cloud
During the early 1940s I was living a retired life in the Gele Mountains in the suburbs of Chongqing (Chungking). One day, while reading the English language magazine Reader’s Digest I found a sentence that touched me greatly. It read: “May there be enough clouds in your life to make a beautiful sunset.”
In a short article of mine, I quoted this sentence and translated it as “Yuan ni de shengming zhong you guo duo de yunyi, lai zaocheng yige meili de huanghun. ” (literally: May there be enough clouds in your life to make a beautiful sunset.) *
As I see it now, the word “sunset” in the English sentence should have been translated as luozhao (the glow at sunset) or luoxia (the rosy cloud at sunset), instead of dusk.
She has been my dear old friend, the Rosy Cloud! She was my closest and most beautiful little companion when, in my childhood, I played on the beach or in the hills. Bathed in the brilliant sunshine, she would say to me “Good morning!” at dawn and “See you tomorrow!” at dusk. But not until several decades later did I come to realize that the more clouds there are the more beautiful the rays of sunlight will be, and the glow of the sun breaking through the clouds becomes most resplendent and colorful.
Life contains neither unalloyed happiness nor mere misery. Happiness and misery beget, complement and set off each other.
Happiness is a wisp of fleecy cloud; misery a mass of threatening dark cloud. These different clouds overlap on the horizon of your life to create a beautiful dusk for you when “the setting sun is most lovely indeed.”**
An individual’s life must inevitably reach the point when “dusk is so near,”*** and the rosy sunset cloud may make one nostalgic and melancholy. But human life goes on and on. The Earth ceaselessly rotates on its axis around the sun. When it is dark in the east, it is light in the west. The rosy sunset cloud is now sailing past my window towards Lake Waban on the east coast of America …