女人的淚水是為人類而流的
" Why are you crying?", he asked his Mom.
" Because I'm a woman", she told him.
" I don't understand," he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said," And you never will." ……
Later the little boy asked his father, " Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"
"All women cry for no reason." was all his Dad could say……
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry……
Finally he put in a call to God; when God got on the phone, the man said, " God, why do women cry so easily?"
God said…… " When I made woman she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world; yet gentle enough to give comfort……
I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children……
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up and take care of her family through fatigue and sickness without complaining……
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt them very badly……
I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.
I gave her a tear to shed. It's hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed. It's her only weakness……
It's a tear for mankind……"
中文：
“你為什么哭呀？”他問他的媽媽。
“因為我是個女人。”她告訴他。
“我不明白。”他說。
他的媽媽只是摟緊了他說，“你永遠(yuǎn)也不會明白。”……
后來這個小孩問他的父親，“為什么母親無緣無故地哭？”“所有女人都會無緣無故地哭。”他的父親只能這樣說……
小男孩長成了大男人，依然沒有弄明白女人為什么哭……
最后他給上帝撥了個電話。當(dāng)上帝接到電話時，這位長大成人的男子問，“上帝，為什么女人那么容易哭？”上帝說……“當(dāng)我創(chuàng)造女人時她必須是特殊的。我讓她的肩膀堅強得足以承擔(dān)這個世界的重量，但又足夠溫柔地給人慰藉……
我給她內(nèi)在的力量以承受分娩的劇痛，去忍受孩子們一次又一次的厭棄……
我給她堅韌，使她在人人都放棄時能獨自堅持下去，不顧自身的疲憊和病痛毫無怨言地照料家人……
我給她敏感的心，去毫無條件毫無保留地愛她的兒女，即使他們深深傷害過她……
我給她力量讓她幫助丈夫克服他的過失，我用他的一根肋骨造出了她來保護他的心。
我給她智慧讓她明白，好丈夫永不傷害妻子，但有時會考驗她的力量，考驗她堅決站在他身旁的決心。
我給她眼淚，這眼淚只屬于她，需要時便會流下，這是她惟一的弱點……
這是為人類而流下的淚水……”
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