Sitting in a chair, sit on the coffee with catkins like smoke, light fragrance around me. Looking out of the window of the noisy crowd, pedestrian colored, shuttle time. The world bright all is a benefit, the world all profits go to. But I think at least they understand one thing, I'm alive, live for yourself.I am alive. Every day, telling myself I'm alive, much good. I can laugh, can be sad, love, hate, I try to body calendar of various benefits, I am a happy person.Life in the real world, people around, always have their own little world, that is their own home, it is our box, where, I can enjoy venting, laugh, or cry. Because I was like, I have a big tree, in trouble, I will go to him, talk to it, and then I'll put the bottle buried under a tree, there is my joy and sorrow.Every morning, I open my eyes, looking at the sun, telling myself, I am happy. I can chat with friends, to accompany their parents to go shopping, can oneself cook, can be dedicated to learning, because I know, I am very happy, I live for myself. Life gives you a variety of options, make you cry let you laugh at, say, God gave you, let you happy. Let you worry; I say, God gave you life, gives you the right to life, give you the freedom of choice, so you happy, so you worry, because you choose your emotional world. On that day, a stray Han with feet along to a desert, the scorching sun overhead, he tired, because he has gone one day and one night, he thought he could go out. He was in despair, why god treat me so unfairly, let me, let me come to this no human habitation in the desert. Tramp sitting on the sand, and closed his eyes. In the dream, the sun suddenly become so dazzling, tramp stood up, looked hungry, looking at the sky, there was a voice," you're still alive, right?" Tramp stared at him, the heart of endless sorrow. He had to live an extravagant life, extravagant enjoyment of his servants to give everything he did, he never thought about what to do with myself, what I will do. Death in the family, let him from heaven to hell - at least in his heart so. Thinking of his past tramp eyes has started to blur. " Children, wiping away tears, the road at the foot of their own, life in your heart, in your side, treat everything around you, you'll find out his." Bum Monti, the head of a cold sweat, rubbing his cheek, tears scalding. Tramp spirits, began to think about his own life. He loves astronomy, it is possible he had only one thing every day, he loves to see the stars of night, love to watch the night moon. " Oh, star!" Tramp thought, he had read about in books, night, the stars are our angel, the day, the sun is our guide. Raised his head, the Tramp to dream of white light, he told himself." I'm alive, live for myself" at the foot of the road, the road is to go out, at last the tramp on endless faith out of the desert. He began his new life, travel, speech, telling his story to the world, he is a great literary master socrates.Life teaches us all, more tell us - to live, live, or significance
中文对照：
坐在椅子上，坐上的咖啡飘着柳絮般的青烟，淡淡的清香萦绕在我的周围。看着窗外喧闹的人群，行人各色，穿梭时间。天下熙熙皆为利来，天下攘攘皆为利往。可我觉得至少他们明白一件事，我还活着，为自己而活。
I am alive。每天，告诉自己我还活着，多好。我可以欢笑，可以悲伤，可以爱，可以恨，我尝试着体历人各种的好处，我是一个快乐的人。
生活在现实的世界中，身边的人，总会有自己的小天地，那是属于他们自己的归宿，那是我们的禁区，在那里，我可以尽情地宣泄，大笑，甚至大哭。因为我也是一样，我有一棵大树，烦恼的时候，我会去找他，对着它倾诉着，然后我会把瓶子埋在树下，那里有我的快乐与伤悲。
每天清晨，我睁开眼睛，看着和煦的阳光，告诉自己，我好幸福。我可以和朋友聊天，可以陪父母逛街，可以自己做饭，可以全心学习，因为我知道，我很幸福，我为自己而活。生活给你各种选择，让你哭让你笑，人说，上帝给了你一切，让你喜。让你忧；我说，上帝给了你生命，给了你生活的权利，给了你选择的自由，所以你开心，所以你忧愁，因为你选择了你的情感天地。那天，一个流浪汉光着脚丫走到一片沙漠，头顶炎炎的烈日，他累了，因为他走了一天一夜，他以为可以出去。他很绝望，为什么上帝对我如此不公，让我流浪，还让我来到这荒无人烟的沙漠。流浪汉坐在沙子上，闭上了眼睛。梦里，阳光突然变得异常刺眼，流浪汉站起来，抬头饿、望着天上，一个声音传来，“你还活着，是吗？”流浪汉呆呆地望着他，心里无尽的悲伤。他曾经锦衣玉食，奢靡地享受着仆人给他做的一切，他从没想过自己该做什么，自己会做什么。家人的去世，让他从天堂到了地狱-至少在他心里如此。回想着自己的从前流浪汉眼睛已开始模糊。“孩子，擦去泪水，路在自己脚下，生命在你心中，在你身边，善待你周围的一切，你会发现他的。”流浪汉蒙蒂做起来，一头的冷汗，摸摸自己的脸颊，泪水滚烫的。流浪汉振作精神，开始回想着自己曾经的生活。他很爱天文学，这可能是他曾经每天唯一的一点事情，他爱看夜晚的繁星，爱看夜晚的明月。“啊，星星！”流浪汉心里想着，自己曾经在书中读到过，夜晚，星星是我们的使者，白天，太阳是我们的领路人。抬起头，流浪汉想起来梦中的白光，他告诉自己“我还活着，为自己而活”路在脚下，路是走出来的，流浪汉终于靠着不尽得信念走出了沙漠。他开始了他新的生活，游历，演讲，为世人讲述他的故事，他就是一代文学大师苏格拉底。
生活教给了我们一切，更告诉我们-为自己而活，好好活着，左右意义的事。
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