我常觉得,生命是一项奇迹。一株微不足道的小草,竟开出像海洋一样湛蓝的花。一对毫不起眼的鸟儿,在树头唱出远胜小提琴的夜曲。在山里完全没有人看见的地方,一棵大树几千年自在地生长。在冰雪封冻的大地,仍有许多生命在那里唱歌跳舞,保有永不枯竭的暖意。当我们在星夜里,抬头望向无垠的天际,感于宇宙之大,真要叫人落泪。这宇宙里有无数的星球,我们的地球在星球之中有如整个海岸沙滩的一粒沙,那样不可思议的渺小。 I often feel that life is a miracle. A negligible grass, actually out of the blue flowers as the ocean. A pair of humble birds singing in the tree far nocturns than the violin. Where no one can see in the mountains, a large tree grows freely for thousands of years. There are still many lives singing and dancing there in the frozen land of ice and snow, keeping the inexhaustible warmth. When we look up at the boundless sky in the night of the starry night and feel the big universe, we must cry. There are innumerable planets in this universe. Our planet is like a grain of sand in the entire coast of the planet, so weird and insignificant.