Life, for everyone, is only once. Life is like a floating boat in the sea, floating indefinitely and home all over the world. The following is a philosophical prose work about life that I brought to you. I hope it will inspire you.
Philosophical prose works about life Part 1: Life
Around us, there are many ordinary people, although they have no earth-shattering heroic feats, they are composing the story of life all the time. Song: The teachers who nurture us carefully, the angels in white who save lives and heal the wounded, the people's police who stick to their posts, the parents who work day and night for you?
I wonder if you have seen the green pines on the cliffs and the small trees in the cracks of the rocks. Each tree grows vigorously. They don't need anyone to fertilize or irrigate them. They don't need anyone to fertilize or irrigate them. They don't need anyone to fertilize or irrigate them. They allow them to grow upward despite severe cold and heat, wind and snow.
Perhaps you have read this news in the newspaper: The critically ill kitten was brought to the clinic. After examination, the doctor described the kitten's condition: "The left eye was torn, the eyelid was inflamed, the central nervous system was damaged, and half of the body was almost paralyzed." However, who would have thought that this was the "masterpiece" of several elementary school students! The kitten was When it was discovered, it was being played with by several primary school students in school uniforms. It was meowing in pain. Fortunately, it was rescued and escaped from bad luck?
Faced with these incidents, one after another Shocking life story, do you have anything to say? Write down your feelings, your wonder, your indignation, express your thinking and understanding of life, and express your love for life.
Life is only once, it is the most precious and the most cherished thing in the universe. Life is both fragile and strong, life is both short-lived and eternal. Let us all cherish the value of life, love and develop our unique life, and compose a hymn of life with love and strength.
Life is beautiful, and the beautiful world is composed of beautiful lives. People have life, animals have life, plants have life, and everything in nature has life. As long as we experience it carefully, we will be moved.
Philosophical prose works about life Part 2: Understanding life
Life is a gathering and separation. The first cry that entered the world for the first time kicked off the reunion. In the following years, as flowers bloomed and fell, clouds rolled and rolled, there were countless encounters, acquaintances, getting along, falling in love, and hating each other. To the final separation. No matter what kind of gathering or parting, in the end the song will end and people will disperse, and the birds will return to the forest.
As the saying goes, the final destination of life is always death. The moment you close your eyes and sleep is also the end of a fancy dress party. The people I met at that dance, and the stories that happened, will eventually disappear as the soul drifts away. The excitement and noise when we get together, the coldness and desolation when we leave are all expected and determined. No one can change it.
Although we all know that life is like a drama, and we all know that time is ruthless and life is fleeting, but everyone plays the protagonist in the drama of his own life, and everyone else around him is a supporting role. So everyone wants to try their best to portray their role well. But sometimes whether your life is a tragedy, a comedy, or a farce, the decision-making power is not all in your hands. Because you are only an actor, not a director, and you don’t even know who the director is, so you can’t know all the plots and processes in advance. This is the biggest difference between the drama of life and other dramas.
Life is a mystery. We never know what the next step will be or what kind of situation there will be. So let us be an excellent actor and devote ourselves to it. We should laugh. Smile happily when you need to cry, cry happily when you need to cry, love him vigorously when you need to love, and hate him completely when you need to hate. Use all the time and energy in our lives, all the sincerity and true feelings, all the laughter and tears to perform this drama of life and make our roles perfect. Then when the curtain calls at the end of the drama, there will definitely be people crying Tears give us the warmest applause.
You are young in an instant, and your beauty grows old in a blink of an eye. Life is like a dream, everything is empty when you wake up. Life is really too fragile. Just like that exquisite ceramic vase, if you touch it accidentally, it will shatter to pieces. Then let us show our most beautiful grace before we are broken, and face all the joys and sorrows given to us by the god of fate with the best attitude.
There is a famous saying: "The process from birth to death is called happiness." Yes, life is just a process. In this process, there are flowers, applause, and thorns. There is joy and pain, and in order to pursue the joy that is as mellow as wine, we must endure the pain that is as bitter as vinegar. And the meaning of life lies in the endless pursuit, innovating in the pursuit, transcending in the pursuit, and finally giving the most beautiful interpretation of life.
Human life is like a lit lamp, so it will go out sooner or later. The moment of death is when the lights go out, but if you think about it carefully, death is not God's punishment to us, but the God of destiny's love for us. Just as we need sleep, we also need death.
It is the dark background of death that brings out the brilliance of life. Just imagine if life is infinite and there is no death, then what is the meaning of living?
So death is not terrible, it is nothing more than the eternal sleep of life. Before going to sleep, we should cherish every day we have and think clearly about what we should pursue and what can make us truly happy? Is it material desire? Is it fame and fortune? Or is it the clarity and tranquility of the soul?
Let us listen carefully to the holy singing of nature, always maintain a smooth and pure soul, always smile and be kind to life, enjoy life, cherish life, transcend life, and walk through the wind, frost, snow and rain of the years easily and safely The mortal world of this life!
Philosophical prose works about life Part 3: Love of life
Love of life is the basic of human beings, like some people who commit suicide by taking poison, and those who suffer from leukemia, SARS, AIDS, etc. Dead people do not love life. Like Zhang Haidi, she suffered from such a serious illness but she did not give up on life and still faced life with such strength.
Zhang Haidi suffered from spinal hemangioma when she was five years old and was paralyzed at a high position. Therefore, she never went to school. She began to learn knowledge by herself with tenacious perseverance in her childhood. She successively taught herself professional courses in primary school, middle school, and university. When Zhang Haidiqing was 15 years old, she was sent to a poor mountain village in Shen County, Liaocheng with her parents. However, she did not fear the hard life, but dedicated her youth with an optimistic spirit. There she taught children in the village primary school, overcame various difficulties, learned medical knowledge, and enthusiastically treated the villagers with acupuncture. During her stay in Shen County, she treated people more than 10,000 times for free, and was well received by people. Enthusiastic praise.
I was shocked by Zhang Haidi’s spirit of loving life. What motivates Zhang Haidi to love life so much? After thinking about it for a long time, I realized that it actually depends on my own thoughts: I want to live well, and I can't just sleep in bed and wait for death, otherwise my life will be without anything. It makes no sense, so what’s the use of my life? There are also optimistic people like Zhang Haidi, like Helen Keller.
I know that people’s lives must be created. If you create well, your life will definitely become better.
Philosophical prose works about life Part 4: Life is a journey
In our journey of life, we begin to embark on our own journey from the moment we are born. , the journey of life is not smooth sailing, but every time we set out, we set out with dreams and desires. Maybe we don’t know how far we are from the destination, but our lives have no choice in the long river of time. Facing the rolling water of time, our journey of life has no way out. This is the mission of life.
Life comes naked and goes naked, but we miss the scenery we encounter during the journey. Even a bird flying far away will make us miss it. Recalling the stories related to this bird, clouds, sunshine and rainy days, we will stand at the front of the train of life and meditate on the thin body that is left in our minds and dried by the wind. Whose is it? It was left to us by others. Is it something I leave to others? As I write this, my mind suddenly becomes a little blurry?
There are many confusions in the journey of life. Although we have used life to interpret the meaning of life from generation to generation, But today, we are still looking for the answer: The mystery of life is when will our life stop? When will the partner sitting next to us get off? Why do our friends come and go? This is our It is impossible to know and think about in the journey of life!
When an old man passed away, watching the honor guard seeing him off, I suddenly felt the sadness of life's departure; a friend got a good divorce, which made me feel The indifference of marriage in the world; an old man living on the street made me suddenly feel the indifference of the world!
On the train of life, we will meet countless people, among them our parents and brothers With our sisters, as well as our teachers, classmates and classmates, they only accompanied us through a part of the journey, even for an hour, but they have become the most beautiful memories in our life journey!
You It is a person I met on the journey. Although I have never met you, when you squeeze into the carriage of my life, those disappearing shadows in my heart once again arouse my expectations for life, your smile, your Voice, your story, even your love?
I know that you have had a lot of baggage, your emotions are very depressed, and your heart is very depressed. This is the biggest thing you have encountered on the train in your life's journey. Challenge, I believe, and at the same time I hope you can get out of this desperate situation as soon as possible! To be honest, I am lucky to meet you unexpectedly in the space of life. Your appearance in my life makes me more comfortable on the journey of life. With an extra color, I am willing to accompany you on the journey of life to enjoy the scenery on both sides of the road and feel the style of the journey!
In life, although we are at different times and different places We embarked on our own journey of life, but because of an accidental encounter, we squeezed into the same carriage. Yes, if it hadn't been for your wave, we might have passed each other with a smile and missed our acquaintance in this life. Think about this ending again. If we have another chance to meet each other, we don’t know when we have to wait for that time, that train, that carriage. This may be a regret and loss in our lives. Since we meet When it arrives, we should cherish it!
Life is like a wordless book, and we are eager to find ourselves in the flowing life. The people and things we met on the journey are the content of this book. Your appearance in my life has also been incorporated into the book of my life, allowing me to quietly read the feelings you brought to me. , your affection and concern make me feel the warmth of walking on a strange road. Your boldness and tolerance bring me infinite thoughts. Your life is like a song that sings in the journey of my life.
Although the world is far away, the love in the world is true. I don’t know what will happen in the future journey, but I believe that in the journey of life, we will be able to pass every threshold?
The long river of life is a flowing story, and family affection, love, friendship and romance are the waves splashing in the river. Although these invisible and intangible emotions are people's beautiful desires, not everyone can lead the way. to joy. It's like facing the same scenery. Although countless people pass by and even stop to admire it, everyone has their own opinion. Just like when we face feelings, your appearance is like a scenery in my life. I stop in front of you with appreciation, desire, expectation and love?
We are together in this world. Being in the same carriage is actually a kind of fate. Yes, before our story happened, all you left in front of me was just a smile, and when I sat next to your empty seat at your wave, , I discovered that I am a companion on your journey, so you asked me whether this partner is a wife, a lover or a sister. I don’t know how to answer you, but somehow, I found that the role is both the same and the same. no.
Where do you get on the bus and where will you get off? To be honest, no matter where we are, this is the answer that life is looking for on the journey. We all play different roles in the world. And each character does not have an unchanging ending for us!
Writing this, I still have to use two words to sum it up: fate!
When you meet fate, you must Cherish fate and accompany you all the way, and you will really gain something on the road you walk!
Philosophical prose works about life Part 5: Taste the myriad flavors of life
Like Britain The prose is from a collection of Liang Yuchun's essays that I bought in a small bookstore many years ago. There is an article on Lamb. It is wonderful, every sentence is exquisite, full of talent, and wonderful. It combines a world-class poet who is obsessed with the bones of the past. The essayist's spiritual outlook, all the way out of the book bag, is dazzling, with profound expressions, vivid and strange, and witty arguments that immediately captured my whole heart and soul.
Time flies by, but it has not diminished my interest in British prose. Instead, as I grow older, my understanding of life deepens because of my increased experience, and because of my personal destiny. It is often a dull path, but I am very willing and hope that I can enrich my spirit through the exploration of British prose, so that my heart can occasionally have a little spark to brighten my confused and gray life.
My own qualifications and talents are as thin as an autumn leaf that has lost its moisture. When I look at it from both sides, it is really annoying that it is crispy and dry. In the dazzling and wise British prose, I feel I was like a tired leaf butterfly with damaged wings. Although I struggled to flutter my two thin wings, I stopped in front of the treasure house of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves. I felt unhappy, but there was nothing I could do about it.
Perhaps I have not reached that kind of generous and gentle spiritual state. After years of reading and hazy enlightenment, I can still be enlightened for a moment late at night, a flash of inspiration, and the weight of my soul. The deep valleys and out-of-the-way paths were suddenly revealed by clouds, and they appeared in front of my eyes. But in a daze, the clouds soon covered them with fog, and I could no longer pursue them. I was at a loss.
I love Lamb’s generous and gentle character, and his dreamlike brushstrokes. He is a noble gentleman, a man who would rather stay in the dilapidated city streets of the past, because the market is noisy like a cloud of smoke. The old past, no matter how minute the details, how ordinary the characters, can fall into his eyes, whether it is a homeless man in ragged clothes, a child sweeping the smoke window, a cunning businessman, a woman selling flowers, A lady playing cards, a child in a dream, all of these are precious in his heart. In his writing, they are monotonous and trivial, just like the glances of people passing by them with ordinary eyes. An inconspicuous movement, a habit, a face, a tone of speech, all made him never tire of it, full of interest, and he was simply fascinated by it, and it was coated with a dream-like color by him. Through his bejeweled eyes, the inspiration that turned stone into gold cut through the foggy British eighteenth-century sky, trying his best to preserve the spiritual portraits of the figures of the era that were ruthlessly swept away by time, leaving us with The treasure of world prose? "The Iliad".
I was fortunate enough to buy a book called "Selected British Prose" seven or eight years ago, which was compiled from dozens of representative works by famous British writers, such as Johnson, Brown, Swift, Lamb, and Gilles. Sheen, Defoe, Addison, Steele, Maugham, Woolf, etc. This book was originally intended as a university handout for college students as a reading material for study. I bought this book as the only copy in the bookstore. If I get there too late, it may not be available anymore. "The Iliad" was mail-ordered from Huacheng Publishing House. It was not on the market at that time. Because this book had already tickled my heart, I searched everywhere but couldn't find it. Therefore, after learning the mail-order address, , I sent the money without hesitation, but my wish came true.
Reading British prose is a great enjoyment in life. It is a very beautiful encounter, and it is like catching a glimpse of a bright light shining through the night waves in the vast ocean of indistinct human feelings and sophistication.
A large number of talented prose writers, after Shakespeare, pushed British prose to the world's first-class prose level. Their personalities, talents, morals and personalities were difficult for subsequent writers to compare with. This is an inimitable and specific achievement of the spirit of a specific era.
Reading their works carefully today, although there are hundreds of years of fashion and customs, ideological differences, differences in history and perspective, life itself and human nature are eternal and are still in our thoughts and perceptions like yesterday's personal article. Records make people think, just like watching Chaplin's silent movies, we can't help laughing, we can't help being sad, and we can't help understanding the various hardships and relaxed moments in life, even though we are thinking about them one after another. British prose, after passing through the hands of a translator, will have many subtle things slipping from his fingers. It is regrettable that it is not as kind, gentle, soul-stirring, and nostalgic as the best prose in this country. But after all, it is in that article. The faithful and vivid words contain a different style of life, a different kind of rich sentiment and interest, which can also cleanse people's spirit and get rid of the helpless dust of life!
The most rare thing in life is to devote yourself to yourself. The joy of reading with your whole soul, and in this happy reading, you gain knowledge, meet wonderful people, gather rich thoughts, open up a broad vision like the starry sky, and feel the infinite depth of life and the infinity of the spiritual world Maybe, the seeds of wisdom are growing secretly in the heart, and the flowers are blooming in the boundless wilderness. What kind of vigorous vitality and beautiful state of life is that? And this is just due to a naturally developed understanding of a certain aspect. The interest generated by books is a secret plan between us and time: I want to live my own life, I want to see with my own eyes, think with my own brain, the world created me, I will use it and enjoy it It, savor its thousands of flavors, and spend this wonderful life.