自由,失去秩序的灯塔,就是一艘灵魂独行的孤舟,没有方向。秩序,失去自由的船桨,退化成原始的木头,没有前进的动力。自由总是抱怨秩序的烦琐,却不知那自由的彩云一出岫就成了无根的浮萍,想出去散步却还要回头望望是否遮住了光芒;秩序总是埋怨自由的散漫,却不知那条条框框的约束一旦没有了自由,便轰然散架。自由可以在秩序之船上稳定前行,驶 The lighthouse of freedom and loss of order is a solitary boat of soullessness without any direction. Order, lost freedom oars, degenerated into the original wood, no forward momentum. Freedom is always complaining about the cumbersome order, but I do not know that a free color clouds out of an Xiu became rootless duckweed, want to go out for a walk but also looked back cover the light; order always complain about the freedom of the loose, but I do not know that the constraints of a piece of the box once there is no freedom, they burst into pieces. Freedom can be stable in the order of the boat forward, driving