马路上一颗再微小不过的沙砾,也有独一无二的精致轮廓;墙角一朵再不起眼的小花,也会绽放自己独特的芬芳。我们整日穿行在城市的霓虹中,看着车水马龙,人潮涌动,而那颗纯美的心灵也渐渐在尘世蒙上了灰,不再清澈透明。有的人总爱抱怨这世界的肮脏,到处充满了钩心斗角尔虞我诈,却很少反观自己,那份对这个世界的最初的感动或是感激还在 The road is a tiny grit, but also has a unique exquisite outline; corner of a humble flower, will bloom its own unique fragrance. We walk through the neon lights of the city all day long, watching the crowded, crowds of people, and that pure heart is gradually lost in the world gray, no longer clear and transparent. Some people always love to complain about the world's dirty, full of intrigues, but rarely reflect on themselves, that share of the world's first move or gratitude is still