这个世界其实很简单，只是人心很复杂。
其实人心也很简单，只是利益分配很复杂。
桌上有一堆苹果，人们并不在意这堆苹果有多少，而是在意分到自己手里的有多少。单位里有一摊子事，人们并不在意这摊子事有多少，而是在意自己多干了多少。人类有大智慧，因为对得失斤斤计较，最后都变成了小聪明。
人与人之间的关系其实很简单，由于利益分配很复杂才有了尔虞我诈，才有了勾心斗角。纷繁的尘世其实也很简单，由于人类情感很复杂才有了书剑恩仇，才有了离合聚散。
人生之简单，是生命巨画中的几笔线条，有着疏疏朗朗的淡泊；是生命意境中的一轮薄月，有着清清凉凉的宁静。
人生之复杂，是泼洒在生命宣纸上的墨迹，渲染着城府与世故；是拉响在生命深处的咿咿呀呀的胡琴，挥不去嘈杂与迷惘。
天地有大美，于简单处得；人生有大疲惫，在复杂处藏。生活中常有大情趣，一定是日子过得很简单；生命常得大愉悦，一定是心灵纯净到不复杂。
人，一简单就快乐，但快乐的人寥寥无几；一复杂就痛苦，可痛苦的人却熙熙攘攘。这反映出的现实问题是：更多的人，要活出简单来不容易，要活出复杂来却很简单。
这个世界，每天都充斥着利益的调整与分配。人，每天都被各种复杂的心情左右着，操控着。科技发展到现在，我们利用它几乎可以做到一切，譬如可以准确地登上月球，可以超远距离发射火星车去观察火星，却无法知道下一刻会拥有怎样的心情。
说到底，科技掌控的是客观，是理性；而人，却是主观的感性的动物。而主观与感性，像小孩子的脸，像恋人的情绪，像二八月的天，是最不容易捉摸与掌控的。
人， 小时候简单，长大了复杂；穷的时候简单，变阔了复杂；落魄的时候简单，得势了复杂；君子简单，小人复杂；看自己简单，看别人复杂。这不由得让我想起顾城的 那首诗：我一会儿看你，一会儿看云，我看你时很远，看云时很近。简单与复杂之间，也有这么一层迷蒙的关系，上一刻远离了简单，下一刻就要靠近复杂，而这一 刻，不知是远离了简单，还是靠近了复杂。
一 眼望到底的，似乎很简单。一口百年古井，幽深，澄澈，也可以一眼望到底，但这口古井，本身却并不简单。人也一样。有时候，一个人可以一眼望到底，并不是因 为他太过简单，不够深刻，而是因为他太过纯净。一个人，有至纯的灵魂，原本就是一种撼人心魄的深刻。这样的简单，让人敬仰。有的人云山雾罩，看起来很复 杂，很有深度。其实，这种深度，是城府的深度，而不是灵魂的深度。这种复杂，是险恶人性的交错，而不是曼妙智慧的叠加。
人生，说到最后，简单的只有生死两个字，但由于有了命运的浮沉，由于有了人世的冷暖，简单的过程才变得跌宕起伏，纷繁复杂。
简单，是生命留给这个世界的美丽的手势；而复杂，是生命永远无法打捞的苍凉的梦境。
译文:
So Simple Yet Complex
This world is in fact very simple, but the mind of people is complex.
The mind of people is in fact simple too, but the distribution of benefits is complex.
There is a pile of apples on the table, people are not concerned how many apples are there but only concerned about how many apples are in their hand. There is a whole lot of jobs to be done at work, people are concerned about how much extra work they have done and not how much work to be done. Human beings are gifted with huge wisdom, but because they are too calculative about gains and losses, and end up being a small wise guy.
The relationship between people is actually very simple, but the outcome of people deceiving each other and intriguing against each other comes from the complexity of benefits distribution. The sophisticated world is actually simple too, but it’s the complex feelings of people that brought along the debt of gratitude and revenge, and the meetings and departures.
The simplicity of life is a few strokes of lines in the vast painting of life, light and sparing; and is the faint moon in the scenario of life, that is accompanied with the cool serenity.
The complexity of life is the ink marks doused over the rice paper, dramatizing shrewdness and the ways of the world; and is the squeaky urheen in the depth of life, with no way of getting rid of hubbub and maze.
There is magnificent beauty under the sky, which is to be obtained from the simplicity; there is fatigue in life, hidden in complexity. Life that is often filled with great spices must be that of a simple one; life that is often filled with great joys must be due to the heart being so pure and clean that it’s untouchable by complexity.
Once a man is simple he is happy, but happy men are few; being complex would be painful, but painful people are crowded. This is a reflection of the problem: More people would find it hard to live a life out of simplicity, but to live it out of complexity would be very simple.
The current world is full of gains adjustment and profit distribution everyday. Man is manipulated and controlled by the various complex emotions everyday. The development of science till to date has allowed us to do almost anything, such as accurately landing on the moon, and launching rockets to travel great distances to observe the Mars, and yet we cannot tell what our mood would be like the next moment.
In the last analysis, what science controls is objective and rational; but man is an animal with subjectivity and sensibility. Subjectivity and sensibility is like the face of a child, or the mood of a lover, or the weather in February and August, is most difficult to fathom and control.
Man is simple as a child, but becomes complex when grown; He is simple when poor, but complex when rich; He is simple when beaten, but complex when in power; Gentleman is simple, while flunky is complex; It’s simple to see yourself, but complicated to see others. I can’t help being reminded of the poem by Cheng Gu (Translator notes: Cheng Gu was a well known Beijing-born poet and author who later migrated to New Zealand, and unfortunately died at the young age of 37 by hanging himself after axing his wife to death.): “I watch you for awhile, I watch clouds for awhile, I watch you from far, and watch clouds near by.” There is a shade of misty relationship in between simplicity and complexity, as you were far away from simplicity at one moment, close to complexity the next, and at this particular moment you don’t know you are far from simplicity or close to complexity.
Seeing the bottom by a look seems simple. A-century old well is limpid, deep and serene, and its bottom can be seen with a look, but this old well itself is not simple, just like man. Sometimes you can see through a man with a look, not because he is simple and not profound enough, but is too pure. It is a touching profoundness if someone can have a pure soul. This kind of simplicity is respectable. Some people seem complex and profound, with all that sophistication, but that kind of profoundness is the depth of shrewdness, and not the depth of soul. This kind of complexity is the crisscrossing of inclement humanity, and not graceful accumulation of wisdom.
In the last analysis, there are only life and death in a simple life. But because of ups and downs of life and the warmth and cruelty of the human world, the process of simplicity has become complex with all those ups and downs.
Simplicity is the beautiful gesture that life has left with this world, and complexity is the bleak dreamland that can never be salvaged by life.