有太多的诗人喜欢山涧的溪流,他们所崇拜的正是那“乱石穿空,惊涛拍岸,卷起千堆雪”的动人瞬间。因为碎裂,因为阻碍,因为转弯,溪流奔腾的一生才臻于完美。我们的人生又何尝不是这样呢?人生没有一条专为我们铺设的从起点直接通向终点的平坦大道。直线式的人生是幼稚的、简单的,? There are too many poets who love the streams of the mountains. They admire the touching moments of “the rock is worn out, the sea is rushing against the sea, and thousands of piles of snow are rolled up”. Because of the fragmentation, because of obstacles, because of the turn, the life of the stream is perfect. Isn’t it true that our life is not like this? There isn’t a flat road in our life that has been built for us directly from the starting point to the end. Straight-line life is childish and simple.