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一聲響亮的哭嚎，又是一位新生命的開始
，醫師汗水淋漓的臉上，新生兒的母親欣然的擁抱這交融下的奇蹟。 人海茫茫。眨眼之間，就有一個小嬰兒出生在這繁華美妙的大地
！一條新的人生路線即將穿錯入數不盡的舊線中，與有緣的每一個個體交會、再離去……
線有短、有長、有的殘缺而細，有的飽滿且閃耀著光輝，但大部份的線，看起來都是相似的
:平凡的曲，沒有什麼特別之處;瞄一眼也就忘了。
你是茫茫之中的哪一條線？
每一天，大自然都以美好的姿態迎接將醒來的我們：不論是晴朗輕柔的熹微，或者綿綿交織的細雨─起床，又是一天！忙碌的套起衣服出門了。大街上，水泥鋼筋的灰籠罩成一片深深影子，裡頭走著的人，眼神只望向前方。急步掠過。僅是為了養活，為了升遷、成績，日復一日，分不出你我他。
每一天都如此這般的啊……連小學生也是這樣想的。 不過，放眼四望，好像總是有些身旁的人，過得很開心。
他們的面龐是柔美的曲線，是笑著的。他們有時一句話，可能令一旁的人欣然大笑，也可能令一旁的人有忽然之間的領略─甚至是只看見他們正在做的事情，就可能油然生起一股感動……
走過身邊，彷彿一陣輕風，帶者樸實的舒暢。
「他們」？「他們」是誰？可能是角落一位正餵著流浪狗的老奶奶，也或許是演講臺上那位帶著笑容，功成名就的人。眼目低垂，頭也低垂……他們有什麼特別？他們懂什麼？只懂得微笑嗎？……他們懂生活：就是每天的生活。
常感到挫敗：失敗或是臭罵；不論直接不直接，時常就陷進黑色的情緒之中，提不起精
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神而混沌下去……但有些人卻很認真的埋頭，在改正缺失；常不知道下一步該怎麼繼續，於是事就放在那兒忘掉了。但卻有人勇敢的跨出驚險閃耀的一步；遇見能做下去的，便始勁的幹活兒。從不忌諱回頭道歉或承認錯誤。用全力去快樂、用全力去享受，世界就像是跟著他們快活的旋轉──
世界何不跟著我們旋轉？
人生一回是多麼奇妙。如果日日月月年年同，那只稱得上是機械：是運算的精神去想下一步驟，該用什麼樣的程式算計，才會得到最符合未來利用的結果式？
窗外的雲朵？白淨的搖了搖頭；風兒嘆息
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不如全心的投入每一種事物情感的胸懷中吧！等紅綠燈時可以哼首小曲、工作時可以和自己比迅速比紀錄；電視看得發慌時、請抽本書來朗讀；吃飯洗澡睡覺，也都能變得情趣萬千─若能再標示出，有什麼可令人期盼的好日子，就更開心了：比如，哪一天要和鄰家小孩出去踏青……
其實生活很彩色。即使看似平凡……
他們帶了一陣微風，是因為腳步輕盈；他們腳步輕盈，是因為看見生活的美好，而單純的高興。
你的腳步，又何不能輕盈起來？
世界上，有很多所謂傳奇的人物或故事，我們並不能全都看到。
如果有一天，有人－不論多少－能記得你走過的足印，並且想念你存在時的笑容，這也算是個傳奇人生吧？
傳奇並不一定要功名絢爛，平凡的傳奇才值得讓人會心讚賞。
那茫茫的億萬線中，彷彿交織間又亮起了一絲美妙。
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小時候，曾去海邊玩過幾次，在那兒撿拾貝殼、堆砂、聽浪……當時年紀還小，只想著玩，也不曾對海認真的思考一番。直到年歲漸長，才逐漸明瞭，海在人們心中，有許多不同的風貌。
在漁夫的心目中，海便是他們的工作場所
，是他們賴以生存之處。海帶給他們財富，但他們也必須承受那巨大的孤寂感。在海上作業
，往往一去便是十數天。若是遠洋漁業，甚至得花上大半年。張目四望，只見週身為碧藍的海水所包圍，於是內心也為重重的孤寂所吞沒了。同時，海也暗藏著極大的凶險，她能平靜得像微風吹拂過樹梢，卻也能像天雷般暴怒，將海面上所有物質捲入海底，永遠沉睡。
自科學家的觀點，海是個無窮的寶庫，蘊含著龐大的礦產、潮汐能；也是生命的起源、萬物之母、水循環的起點點和終點。她能提供生物所需的氧，也能淨化髒汙。但或許正因如此，人類將大批的垃報向海中倒，將廢水往海中排，自以為一勞永逸，殊不知
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只是在扼殺自己和海的生命罷了！
若是自文學、哲學家的眼中看來，海的面貌就更多姿多采了！她總是能給他們炎來無限的靈感和啟發，古今中外如此。在《莊子．秋水》中，我們明白即便是遼闊如黃河，在海之前同樣渺小的微不足道，提醒我們無論如何千萬不能自滿；而在《老人與海》中，我們見識到了一個人為生存所做的奮鬥一種「一個男子漢可以被毀滅，但不能被打敗。」的氣概。若是缺少了海，如今文壇勢必遜色許多。
海在不同人心中有著鎮同的風貌。時至今日，絕沒有人敢自言對海完全瞭解；沒有人能準確預估平靜的海面何時會掀起滔天巨浪。我們仍有太多事情需要向海學習，學習海的深沉
。古語云：「仁者樂山，智者樂水。」觀看河水靈活流動固然令人心思開明，但唯有看著海時，才能領略那種廣闊的深沉，一種樸實無華的睿智。或許只有當人們真正體悟到那種深沉的力量後，才會真正明白海的偉大吧！
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Like millions of high school students around the world, I see education as an important goal in life. A good education at a prestigious university will often grant us the successful careers we strive to achieve. But is this what life is all about?
The school bell tolls in a melodious tune. Wearily, I step out of the classroom in an attempt to savour a breath of fresh air. Meanwhile, the classroom has erupted with chaos: people discussing the answers to the Math test in frenzy; people crying on each other's shoulders, dismayed by their failures...Ah! It's always the same scene replaying itself after exams. I need to get away. Not for the first time, I ask myself if marks really matter that much to me.
Of course, I worry for myself. Strolling down the stairs, I wonder where two failed Math tests and a zero in Physics all in one week are going to take me. Harvard? Very unlikely. As I pass by the glamorous college attendance list of last year's graduates, I realize all too strongly the distance between my ambitions and reality.
I must try harder, I tell myself. I was taught when I was young that people who go the extra distance will turn out to be outstanding figures. Eventually, apparently. Because after devoting myself to new vocabulary, horrendous math exercises, and seduction by physics, I still did not see the difference. My vision blurs as my eyes cloud. Angry tears of frustration stream down like the furious tidewaters. This moment, everything seems to darken, with the no longer significant attendance list fading away into nothingness.
I close my eyes, allowing myself to fall into the unknown abyss and sink into my pool of innermost thoughts. Something stirs in my memory: an old man selling flowers at the market, grinning ear to ear at the passer-bys; a bus driver who greets his passengers every morning with an energetic "Hel~~lo~~"; a bakery owner bragging to her neighbours happily about her sales for the day...These people are live proof that we can lead perfectly content lives even without a Ph. D from Yale. Stressed-out tycoons; professors who stay up the entire night to finish marking reports...Can I seriously dismiss people with not as refined an education as them as ones who end up leading inferior lives? Moreover, what do I really want from life?
The lines of letters regain their shape, while everything suddenly slides back in to focus. Light filtering through my mind shadows the insignificance of those black and white words. With glee, I realize that this is the first time in weeks I do not have a book in hand. Faintly, I hear the school bell tolling once more, sounding the beginning of another period of torture. I smile at myself, knowing that a path has been chosen. Acceptance from a prestigious college, after all, is only one aspect of our high school lives. Resolutely I trudge back into the deadly classroom. I feel, more than ever, prepared.
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