天下了一场大雪,小男孩冲出家门,在街道上欢快地堆起了雪人。他完成后还未顾及擦去脸上的汗水就兴奋地请他妈妈出来欣赏他的成果。他妈妈看了一眼,说“你这样做有什么用”便转身回家,只留下小男孩怔怔地看着那一个雪人。我想说每一个人的人生都不是拿来用的,小男孩从堆雪人中获得了快乐,那便是最大的价值。《死亡诗社》里说:“法律、医学、科学,这些都很重要、很崇高,但是只有诗歌、艺术、爱才是我们活着的意义。”人一 A world of heavy snow, the little boy out of the house, happily piled snowman in the street. When he finished, he was excited to invite his mother out to appreciate his achievements without taking into account the sweat from his face. His mother glanced at it and said, “What’s the use of what you did?” And turned back home, leaving only the little boy stared at the snowman. I want to say that everybody’s life is not used, the little boy gets happiness from the snowmen, and that is the greatest value. “Death Poetry Society” said: “Law, medicine and science are very important and very noble, but only poetry, art and love are the meanings of our lives.”