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沙滩上洒满了闪亮的贝壳,好像掉了一地的繁星。一个小女孩拾起一颗贝壳看着,随手又将它丢弃。她已经找寻了一个下午,却始终没有找到她心目中最美丽的贝壳。夕阳把海和天空染成一片深紫,她的伙伴都笑着满载而归,只有她孤独地拖着长长的影子,茫然地在海滩上寻找,海浪喧哗着卷上来,洗去了印在沙滩上的小小足迹,她手中的篮子却依然空着。静心潜思,我就像那个在沙滩上拾拣贝壳的小女孩,一心想寻找到最完美的那颗贝壳,可
The beach is full of shining shells, as if falling from the stars. A little girl picks up a shell and looks at it, throwing it away. She has been looking for an afternoon, but she never found the most beautiful shell in her mind. The sunset dyed the sea and the sky into a deep purple. Her companions all laughed and smiled. Only she was dragging long shadows alone, looking blankly on the beach. The waves stirred up and washed away on the beach. Small footprint, the basket in her hand is still empty. Meditation Sickness, I’m like the little girl picking up the shell on the beach, bent on finding the perfect shell that can