你是泥土的孩子,倔强地一直呆在泥土的深处发育。享受不了雨水的滋润,沐浴不到阳光的照耀,触摸不着柔风的抚慰。你总是一声不吭,无怨无悔,默默地擎起执着的信念。虽然你生存得毫不起眼,把种子揣在怀里,随便扔在有泥土的地方,不计较贫瘠与肥沃,都会发芽,长苗。在黑暗的地下,你睁大眼睛寻找光明,只要有一线泥缝,你就能伸出绿色的手臂,能与那淳朴的野草、沉甸的稼禾混成一片,成为农业部落的一名优秀成员。你的路线在地下,你知道,只有自己的叶片沿着太阳的方向挺进,才能够结出硕大的果实。你跳动的心,不会因为命运降临的厄难而停止跳动的激情,而是在泥土的深处默默地忍受着寂寞孤独的煎熬。你在黑暗深处苦苦地挣扎着,让那颗默默跳动的心 You are a child of earth, stubbornly staying in the depths of the earth. Can not enjoy the moisture of the rain, bathing to the sunshine, touch soft breeze comfort. You always silent, no regrets, silently engineered faith. Although you have nothing to say about your life, you put the seeds in your arms and you throw them in the earth wherever you go. Without regard to barrenness and fertility, you will germinate and seedlings grow. In the darkness, you open your eyes and search for light. As long as there is a gouge of mud, you can reach out to the green arm and mix with the simple weeds and the heavy crops of the sun and become an outstanding member of the agricultural tribe. Your route is underground, and you know that only when your own blade advances in the direction of the sun will you be able to bear fruit. Your beating heart will not stop the beating of passion because of the fate of the advent of destiny, but in the depths of the earth silently endure lonely lonely suffering. You struggled so hard in the depths of darkness that the heart beat silently