沙滩上撒满了闪光的贝壳,像是撒了一地的繁星。孩子捡起一个贝壳看看,随手就把它扔掉。他已经寻找了一个下午,始终没有找到他心目中最美丽、最稀罕的贝壳。夕阳把海和天渲染成一片深深的紫色。他的伙伴们快乐地唱着歌儿,提着满满一篮子的贝壳。只有他孤独地拖着长长的影子,在海滩上茫然地找寻。这是小时候听的故事,故事里蕴涵的哲理常常让我深思。那孩子心目中最美最稀罕的贝 The beach is full of glittering seashells, like stars scattered around. Children picked up a shell to see, readily throw it away. He had searched for an afternoon and never found the most beautiful and rarest shell in his mind. Sunset and sea render a deep purple. His companions happily sang songs, carrying a full basket of shells. Only he alone dragged the long shadow, looking blankly on the beach. This is a story to hear when I was a child. The philosophies contained in the story often make me think deeply. The most beautiful and rarest shell of that child’s mind