有时候,生命似一朵含苞的花,默默无闻,看似了无意趣。这未开的花最终能否惊艳绽放,在于我们自己。如若小心呵护,按其习性细加照料,它终能绽放出不一样的精彩。有时候,生命似一弯残缺的月,被浓云遮蔽,看似一片黯淡。这未圆的月能否洒下万里清辉,在于我们自己。如若奋发向上,用青春之风吹散云雾,它终能照亮前行的路。生命到底有何意义?难道是过程千辛万苦,却还是终将归于尘土?难道是过尽千帆皆不是,肠断人生尽头?难道是每当我们欲上青天揽明月之时,命运却给我们开一个玩笑,让我们摔得粉 Sometimes, life like a budding flower, obscurity, seemingly no interest. This unopened flower can finally stunning, is that we ourselves. If careful care, according to their habits carefully care, it can finally bloom a different wonderful. Occasionally, the life-like moon is muffled and dark in appearance. This unfinished month can shed thousands of miles Ching Fai, lies in ourselves. If you work hard to make progress, with a cloud of youth blowing clouds, it can finally brighten the road ahead. Is the meaning of life in the end? Is the process of hardships, but still will eventually be attributed to the dust? Is it done to make a thousand sails are not, cut off the end of life? Is it every time we want the sky, fate gives us Just make a joke and let’s fall