我不敢说生命是什么,我只能说生命像什么。生命像东流的一江春水。他聚集起许多细胞,合成一股有力的洪涛,向下奔往,一路上他享受着他所遭遇的一切。有时候他遇到峭岩前阻,他愤激地奔腾起来,直到冲倒了这危崖他才心平气和地一泻千里。有时候他经过细细的平沙,看见了夹岸的红艳的 I can’t say what life is. I can only say what life is like. Life is like a spring in the east. He gathered a lot of cells, synthesized a powerful flood, ran down and enjoyed everything he had encountered along the way. Sometimes when he encounters a block of rock, he runs up furiously until he breaks the cliff and calms down. Sometimes he goes through the fine sand and sees the bright red