我希望能够陪着每一个不幸患重病的熟悉人,陪你放风筝。话说巴黎街头,一位盲人身边挂着一个牌子:“自幼失明,沿街乞讨。”可是他手上的那个破盒子却是空空如也。于是,一位诗人在他的牌子上写了一句话:“春天来了,可是我却看不见。”过路之人一时间纷纷解囊。因着一句春意,生活都焕发了生机。春,可以给人生机与活力。然而有一个地方,那里永远没有 I hope I can accompany everyone who is unlucky to be seriously ill and fly a kite with you. Saying the streets of Paris, a blind man hanging a sign: “lost his sight since childhood, begging along the street. ” But the broken box in his hand was empty. So a poet wrote a sentence on his sign: “Spring is coming, but I can not see it.” Because of a spring, life is full of vitality. Spring, can give life and vitality. But there is a place, there will never be