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生命是什么?它不是一场雨,雨下在地上蒸发成水汽还会 再落下;它不是一棵小草,小草冬天枯了春天还会再荣;生命是 缓缓爬上额头的河流,当我们懂得珍惜时,河道已太深太深,深 深的河道里有深深的遗憾。 生活中不可能处处有鲜花,时时有掌声。也许我们勤于耕 耘,愧对收成;也许,探索的风景总山重水复而老不见柳暗花 明;也许,我们年轻的信念会被千年淀积的尘雾缠绕,而不能展
What is life? It is not a rain. It evaporates on the ground as the rain drops and it falls again. It is not a small grass. The grass is dry in the winter and will be rejuvenated in spring. Life is the river that slowly climbs on the forehead. When we know how to cherish it, the river is already too deep and deep, and there are deep regrets in the deep river. It is impossible to live with flowers everywhere and applause from time to time. Maybe we are diligent in cultivating crops and cultivating crops; perhaps, the total number of scenic mountains that we have explored will not be seen again; perhaps, our young beliefs will be entangled by the dust of the millennium deposits, and we cannot display them.