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有一则故事颇使人受启发:晴朗的春日里,一位小男孩在放风筝。红色的风筝飘飘摇摇直上九霄,最后停留在空中成为一个小红点。孩子手中的线很长很细,因为是银白色的,在耀眼的阳光中,肉眼几乎看不到那根线。这时走来一位老翁,他问孩子道,小朋友,你在做什么?孩子说,我在放风筝。你往天空看,那边的一个小红点就是我的风筝。老翁说,可我看不见你手中的线,你也看不见你手中的线是吧,但你又怎么能掌握住你的风筝呢?孩子说,我虽然看不见线,可我感觉得到,因为这根线会牵动我的手。
There is a story quite enlightening: a young boy flying a kite on a clear spring day. Red kite fluttering straight up nine Xiao, and finally stay in the air to become a little red dot. The line in the child’s hands is very long and thin, because it is silver-white, and in the dazzling sun, the naked eye can hardly see that thread. Then came an old man, he asked children Road, children, what are you doing? Children said I was flying a kite. When you look to the sky, a little red dot over there is my kite. The old man said, but I can not see the line in your hand, you can not see the line in your hand, but how can you master your kite? The child said that although I can not see the line, I feel it because This thread will affect my hand.