人来世间走一遭，
                                                                                        总是伴着 快乐，伴着烦恼。
                                                                                        快乐，如影随形；
                                                                                        烦恼，暮昏晨早。
                                                                                        春天，姹紫嫣红。
                                                                                        莺声燕语，着实美妙。
                                                                                        然而，鷓鸪的声声啼归，
                                                                                        说明春天已老。
                                                                                        夏日，万木争荣。
                                                                                        五谷不嫌凉风太少。
                                                                                        然而，荷花抱子盈坠，
                                                                                        说明秋声已到。
                                                                                        秋天，稻菽飘香。
                                                                                        丰收的喜悦遍传捷报。
                                                                                        然而，霜染枫林的美景，
                                                                                        便是秋日最后的妖娆。
                                                                                        冬天，千里冰封，万里雪飘。
                                                                                        银妆素裹的时刻最妙。
                                                                                        然而，春雷一声惊醒万物，
                                                                                        周而复始的春，又苏醒了。
                                                                                        草木有四季，
                                                                                        人生几多骄？
                                                                                        自己不是花，
                                                                                        原本就是草。
                                                                                        经常这样想，
                                                                                        就会少烦恼。
                                                                                        因为草要求的太低。
                                                                                        给点阳光就温暖，
                                                                                        给点雨露就长高。