泥土,从不拒绝种子。也许,你是被一阵风抛来;也许,你是被一股旋流扶持而来;也许,你是被小鸟用嘴衔来。泥土,从不拒绝种子。也许,你是一株小草,并终生得不到人们的注目;也许,岁月的旅程,并不总是风清日丽,有时风雨的交加;也许,你是一棵大树,高大挺拔。只有在春天百花才会齐放,只有在秋天果实才能丰收,春秋之际,一粒小小的种子要品味夏天的灼热;一朵细细的花蕾要承受冬天的寒冷。人生路上又何尝不是这样呢?如同种子在雪下梦想,我们的心也在梦想着春 Soil, never reject the seed. Perhaps you are thrown by a gust of wind; perhaps, you are supported by a swirling stream; perhaps, you are the mouth of a small bird. Soil, never reject the seed. Perhaps you are a grass, and life can not get the attention of people; perhaps, the years of the journey, not always fresh, sometimes wind and rain; perhaps, you are a tall tree, tall. Only in the spring flowers will be released, only in the autumn harvest fruit, spring and autumn occasion, a small seed to taste the summer heat; a thin flower buds to withstand the winter’s cold. This is not the way life is like it? As the seeds of the dream in the snow, our hearts are also dreaming of spring