Life is picturesque, there are thick ink splashing, there are light pen light description; Life is like a song, there are light chanting and shallow singing, there are also Huang zhongdalu. Don't you see Li Taibai: the life of Du Gongbu was full of thick ink, which created the greatness of life; Pei Duofei: Shelley's life, light pen light description, finally write the true meaning of life.
生命如画，有浓墨泼洒，也有淡笔轻描；生命如歌，有轻吟浅唱，也有黄钟大吕。君不见李太白：杜工部之一生，浓墨泼洒，铸就生命之伟大；裴多菲：雪莱之一生，淡笔轻描终写尽生命之真谛。
You can't see Tao Yuanming's "picking chrysanthemums under the East fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan" and Tan Sitong's "I smile from the horizontal knife to the sky, leaving my liver and gall in Kunlun".
君不见轻音浅唱之陶渊明“采菊东篱下，悠然见南山”，高歌猛进之谭嗣同“我自横刀向天笑，去留肝胆两昆仑”。
Life is a mountain, we can't estimate its length, we have to pursue its height. Life is the road, it is composed of small pieces of sand and stone, rather than spreading gold and silver, showing the perfection of life. Life is a boat, sailing in the vast sea, only through the baptism of the storm, will usher in the rising sun on the sea tomorrow.
生命是山，我们无法预估它的长度，我们只好追求它的高度。生命是路，它是由一块块不起眼的沙石组成的，而不是铺金布银，平平淡淡中尽显生命之完美。生命是一叶扁舟，航行于茫茫沧海之中，只有经历暴风雨的洗礼，才会迎来明天海上初升的太阳。
