Feel life, comprehend life

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"For a long, long time, we have been there, playing a game of cultural inheritance. As for the end of the game, we

don't even ask."

These are the last two sentences at the end of "The Millennium Courtyard". On a summer afternoon, the sun is overwhelming. Suddenly, an indescribable feeling came over me. I felt like a puppet, always being pulled and pulled by others.

I always feel inexplicably melancholy and moved when I see the endless life in nature, life growing, maturing, dying and being reborn season after season.

Just like facing the lush and open summer grass after the rain.

If "life and eternity" is literally translated from English into Chinese, it is "the circle of life". It is said that Einstein believed that humans have souls

because he believed in the immortality of energy. "Energy" becomes a body and a life. "Time is continuous like a film

, and life is like photos, one after another, and placed in different rooms." The first time I saw this sentence in the first grade of high school, my heart

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seems like the weeds that have drunk enough water after the rain, and suddenly turned into a barren grassland. The overwhelming blanket of loss

rolls over, making it difficult to breathe.

I understand to some extent the melancholy that the ancients felt about the waxing and waning of the moon and the withering of flowers, and I also understand the tears they shed over it.

That is seeing the impermanence of one's own life from the moon or flowers. Life is experienced quickly or slowly, and finally reaches an ending, where time disappears and only the ferry is shining coldly. That feeling, resorting to sentences, is

Murakami's exposition: "Death is not the opposite of life, but exists as a part of it." From a negative point of view,

It can be said that "the flowers bloom but wither." It just withers and opens in another unknown form in a place unknown to us.

It is almost like talking about metaphysics or "philosophy", but life itself is a very "mysterious" thing, which can make people passionate about it, and can also make people passionate about it. Live decadently. Life can be said to be a reflection on life and nature, but God doesn't want people to understand. He has stipulated the rules of the game from the beginning, and we cannot violate them in this world.

So, Akutagawa committed suicide, Kawabata committed suicide, Sanmao committed suicide - many wisdoms or wisdoms in the past

Life builds a floating bridge between life and death, Push into another world. I think they are pursuers of beauty, and they are pursuing things that are fleeting in our world. They were aware of the darkness they were in and could not find their coordinates, so they died.

But I also thought that here I am, like a particle dancing in the dust and light, I might as well shout out the joy of life

Because there is such an arrangement, because The road has been paved, let me walk along the "circle" track, with the "coordinates" of existence or non-existence, in circles. The moon may be round or missing, the flowers may bloom or fade, they are all beautiful interpretations of life. And that

rule is just the background in the landscape, or an insignificant grain of sand.

Life is precious to everyone. A leaf leaves the branch, gains freedom and loses its life.

A bird flies across the sky without leaving a trace. . Behind the flock of birds is still the smooth blue sky. After looking into the distance, there is still nothing. What exactly is life

? What will we leave behind in life? Is this life worthy of becoming a hieroglyph that can be left in the annals of history?

Human life is always limited. Where will we be in more than a hundred years? Another world, a soul? Maybe

We will be nothing more than a wisp of smoke by then. So we cherish this hard-won time and strive to leave some beautiful and unforgettable memories for our short life journey.

The school I attend is located in a downtown area, with cars coming and going. Although I am afraid of crossing the sidewalk, the sidewalk is the only way from the apartment to the classroom

. So I always shuttled through it cautiously, and I was often awakened by the harsh sound of brakes outside the window at midnight. I often heard about some terrible traffic accidents. I feel a lot of emotion, it’s so good to be alive. When I supported my roommate who was in shock and looked at the turning car that passed by her

, my heart was trembling. Although we were still comforting each other and saying that nothing would happen, in fact we

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They are all afraid. If I hadn't been careful just now, it might have been... Oh, the consequences would be really unimaginable! Feel the lightness of life

! So it's important to make yourself happy, just don't make others unhappy. Life is so fragile, we can only live every day with a smile.

So I rushed across the sidewalk carefully every time, and standing on the side of the sidewalk waiting for the red light to turn green became a chore

because I always imagined that I had already crossed the sidewalk. The sidewalk is always imagining its disappearance, imagining that the world will stop in an instant. I often stand at the crossroads of life, and the choice is a test paper given to me by fate. And I, maybe just an unqualified student, will never be able to give a suitable answer. Wandering, understanding life, once you have passed it, you will not go back to the past. I am afraid, just like I am afraid of crossing the sidewalk. Every time I walk by, I can't bear to look back at the road I have walked.

When you know that fear cannot solve any problem, learn to be strong. Even if you are afraid, you must pretend to be strong and try to smile.

Life is fragile. I have seen it. The wreckage of the traffic accident, which could still be vaguely identified as a bicycle, seemed to be telling the story of its owner's misfortune. I thought I wouldn't shed tears, but I still shed tears. I stood aside and observed a moment of silence.

I didn't leave just because the red light turned into green. I quietly felt the fragility of life there. I don’t know whether its owner’s life is in danger or not. I stand here and wish that its owner is safe!

Although I am afraid, I will still watch the sun rise from the east, watch the cycle of the four seasons, and watch the flowers bloom and fade. Holding the hand of fate

my smile still shines in the wet tears. By being strong, maybe we can avoid the fragility in our hearts and prevent ourselves from feeling the fragility of life. Maybe I am just a speck of dust in this world, but to me, I am unique.

Since life is so fragile, since sadness can't change anything, then I can only choose to be strong. Say hello to destiny

Hello! Then step firmly into that threshold.

Life is fragile, but it is also happy. We can feel the aura between heaven and earth, the grass dew is clear, the clouds are light

and the wind is blowing. Life simply goes on. The warblers, swallows, and flowers are no longer just lush

and gorgeous to me. After living for so long, I think I have no reason to find some unfounded excuses for myself to escape. When facing

the sidewalk, you should be calm and strong.

Time is sometimes like a snowflake falling on my palm. Before I can see its edges clearly, it melts, just like a drop of water in the desert.

Disappeared leaving traces.

So I began to carefully appreciate the freshness of nature, and tried hard to leave a dream for myself in a short period of time. Don't let time be like snowflakes falling into the palm of your hand.

The concept that life is precious has been affirmed since Pangu divided the world and the existence of life, let alone being alive, having

thoughts, consciousness, and thinking If humans follow and respect it, even ordinary animals can defend their lives. Survival,

It is an instinct, it is a nature. However, for a healthy person, life will not be full of sudden emotions

, let alone calm down. From the perspective of survival alone, it contains sensibility, but it must be maintained. Have reason to

understand life.

Life? This is such a simple word that I often talk about in my mouth. These days, it is like a floating leaf

boat, always floating in my mind.

What exactly is this "life"?

"Son, what is life? Explain the word of life to your mother." I will only be fourteen years old in February next year.

I am 1.7 meters tall. My son, who is strong and vigorous and full of vigor, is concentrating on watching "Helen Jile". I really want to hear how this thoughtful little guy understands life.

"Life? Haha, sister, what's wrong with you today? Do you want to test my Chinese, or do you want to test my thinking?"

Son Yile So he called me "sister" in no big or small way. This has long been a common thing. If I protest, he will make a face and say that the protest is invalid.

He scratched his head, thought seriously for a while and said: "You really want me to explain life, aren't you allowed to turn to the dictionary? Hehe, just using words

It's really It’s not easy to express. Life, life should refer to plants and animals that have the ability to move, survive and continue. Yes, life refers to living creatures, haha, it’s still a metaphor. To put it more clearly, use the simplest example.

Just like me, I am your life, right?”

“That makes sense! You are not only the continuation of my life, but also a brand new version of yourself. I think you are only talking about the narrow side of life, but my own life has no meaning. ”

“Who said your life is meaningless? You are energetic, dynamic, and energetic. You not only continue

grandma’s life, but also You gave me life. Without you, you are the most vital and creative animal. ”

“What am I?” ? You guy..."

"Yes, you are an animal, no doubt about it! Do you dare to say that you are not an animal?

Didn’t our human ancestors evolve from apes? My sister is an animal, so of course I am an animal when I was born. This is the natural law of social development. If human attributes are not If it's classified as an animal, then it's weird." He didn't seem to be joking, he said it very seriously.

"So what is the true meaning of life?" Let's see how he will come up with the theory.

"Everyone has their own understanding of this. I say that everyone should hold on to happiness and cherish time when they can hold on to life.

Because happiness It is an important part of life, because it is fair to give life to people at the same time. It depends on who can make full use of time and improve the quality and value of their life. Take a look at this. Helen in the book is deaf and mute, but her life value is very high. No matter how much homework your son has, I will still be happy because I think

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I thought again, whether I am happy or not, completing my homework is non-negotiable. If I am unhappy, it will only make me unhappy

It is better to be angry and complain. Save your time and complete your homework in a happy state of mind. Not only will it be done quickly and accurately

with high efficiency, but you will not have any worries when playing. In this way, you will be happy when you study. Just play with joy

Playing with your heart is the real pleasure! This kind of pleasure is simply a good thing that kills three birds with one stone. You are happy and the teacher is happy.

You It’s so satisfying. This will naturally improve the quality of my life, right?” He laughed happily while talking to me...

Actually, the little guy’s theory is really philosophical. He stands from his own perspective and uses his thoughts and ideas to analyze and comprehend the quality and meaning of life - the quality of life mainly depends on one's own mentality, and happiness is an important component of life< /p>

Part; The meaning of life is to improve the quality of life.

In my opinion, life, for everyone, is like holding a one-way trip ticket that is issued by an accountant but cannot be reimbursed.

This ticket has Some are long distances, some are short distances, some are full of hope and magic, some are difficult and dangerous, some are flat and broad, and some are bumpy.

No one can estimate the distance and conditions of the trip. This ticket can only be settled after the trip is over

But in the end it can only be settled and there is no way to reimburse you.

Everyone holds this one-way travel ticket tightly in their hands. Everyone will pass through many inns. In these inns, what may be waiting for you may be

flowers and applause, or perhaps... Thorns and suffering, perhaps ups and downs. Choose to be intoxicated or sober, choose to shrink or

forge ahead, choose to hold back or be brave. Every time you make a choice, whether it is mentally or in terms of the potential power in the body, you will have a huge impact

< p>It is an invisible contest and struggle, which is a test for life. Every time you choose, it depends on who can sign and transfer this travel ticket

and whether you can go to a new station...

For example, a hospital is a small inn that everyone will pass by. It is such a small inn, and for some people, it is just a small transit inn. After being tired and sleepy, after taking a short rest, we can go back to the battle lightly and feel even more heroic. But for some people,

Just such a small inn on the journey of life has become the end of life, and the pinched and tattered card was taken away prematurely

It’s a bad, unaccountable travel ticket….

The reason why life is precious is that life is short, and right and wrong must not be overdrawn. Overdraft life is completely different from the overdraft economy. Although the overdraft economy is risky, there is still room or way out for repayment, and there are still opportunities

for you to repay or accept. Opportunities for others to help. And what about overdrafting life? When you are unable to repay the overdraft with your own ability

, you will never be able to repay the overdraft, and the interest rate is extremely high. Then no one can help you. This is< /p>

The real version of "Profits are compounded, and I'm looking for you"! For this kind of overdraft and misappropriation, what is waiting for you is the death penalty, which is a kind of chronic torture

The death penalty. Of course, it’s not just you who is being tortured, but also your loved ones who love you! Because, in a substantial sense, this life does not only belong to you, but your life is inseparable from your family. Do you dare to say that it is not an infringement for you to overdraw your life privately? Do you dare to say that your overdraft life is not a sin?

I once again experienced a long journey of illness, and while overcoming the disease with great difficulty, I also defeated myself. I am very glad that I signed out that card again. A travel ticket that gets me back on the road. When I finally walked out of the hospital, I would often

think of the sister I had been with early and late during the journey of illness. This small inn eventually became her final stop, never to be seen again< /p>

I am extremely sorry that you have the opportunity to embark on a new journey with me. This makes me understand life rationally, and I have to warn people who are overdrafting their lives emotionally. They must not have any luck and stop overdrafting their lives.

This is not about your ability to repay, but that you will not be left with any chance to repay your overdraft!

Friend, for yourself and for the loved ones you love and are loved by you, have a good understanding of life. Learning to cherish life

is undoubtedly showing respect for your loved ones and fulfilling your responsibility!

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Luo Xiaojun

Appreciation of beautiful articles - insights into life

1. Watching the sea at Qindao

Author: Long Zaifei

It was the first time in my life that I saw the sea.

People say that if you don’t see the sea, you don’t know how wide the sky is. And when I stood on the beach, I felt that only when I saw the sea did I realize how small and fragile people are. Facing the sea, people are so helpless and helpless. The sea is so tolerant and can tolerate everything at any time.

Looking at the sea is on Qindao.

That day was sunny and sunny, and the beach was crowded with people. I took off my "disguise", opened my arms, and threw myself into the embrace of the sea.

All of a sudden I was completely overwhelmed by the tenderness of the sea. I forgot who I was and where I came from. I just knew that I wanted to go to the sea and return to the world of water. To return to a free body, I want to relax my mind and body, think about nothing else, and throw all my worries on the shore, leaving them to those who love to pick up shells.

People cannot live without water. Water is the source of life.

I don’t know how to swim, but this does not affect my love for water at all. The sea water is very salty and even a little bitter, but it is much stronger than boiled water. Water with no taste can only be regarded as a liquid at best. The same is true of life, a life without bitterness

Spicy, sour and sweet life is not real life, it can only be the existence of a kind of life. The sea water is very blue, so blue that it makes people feel itchy. I really want to explore the depths of her soul and see what her broad mind contains. Hai must be very tolerant

She will not have any prejudice against everyone, no matter how brilliant your achievements are, or whether you have done anything wrong

In her arms, you are all her child. Maybe people should also have a mind like the sea. With a mind like the sea

your life will be full of sunshine, and you will no longer be insignificant in the world...

The coast is long, the beach is flat, and the sea breeze is gentle. The waves, which were blowing like gauze in the wind, slapped my body and my thoughts, reminding me of the flood in 1998. I don’t know how many villages and fertile fields were washed away by that flood, but many touching stories emerged from that flood. There are many people who can be called "heroes" who have sacrificed their precious lives for the safety of other people's lives and property. Among them are soldiers, cadres, and ordinary people.

They may not be party members, and they may not be like Lei Feng in ordinary times, but in the most critical moment, they stood up resolutely,

regardless of rewards, consequences, and nothing. Look back. They are very ordinary, but not all ordinary people can be like them

. The heroes have passed away, and their bodies and souls have merged into the sea with the turbulent river water, returning to the source of life.

The sea breeze became stronger, and a few chirping seagulls called me back to reality. I leaned down and faced the waves and felt the caress of the sea

. Life makes us exhausted. In order to live, everyone has to divide himself into two and pretend to be two selves. One to cope with the complicated social life, and the other to complete his own spiritual journey. But once a person faces the sea, his duality will no longer exist, and all he will have is his true self.

The sea can wash away everything and cover everything. In fact, people should really go to the beach sometimes and swim in the sea.

It doesn’t matter even if it is carried to the depths of the sea by the waves. Life and death are one kind of existence, and different things It depends on whether this existence is meaningful.

The sea, mother of mankind, I will throw myself at you, even if I die. Because the phoenix is ??nirvana in order to sing again, and life is nirvana

in order to return to the origin of human beings.

2. The back of relatives

Author: xncys928

When I was a child, I got an inexplicable disease, so I was bedridden a lot. There is a lot of time to seek medical treatment, and a lot of time to go to the brigade hospital to get medicine and injections. During the days when I was in bed, all the adults had gone to work, and I was alone all day long looking at the bright world outside the window. My heart was lonely and gloomy, longing for someone to carry me out for a walk; to go to the hospital. At that time, because the mountains were not open to traffic at that time, no matter the distance, I always counted on someone to carry me on their backs to save me from the hardship of walking when I was sick.

These wishes of mine come true most of the time. During the days when I was bedridden, whenever my mother came home from work, she would carry me around on her back in and around the village. At this time, my mother would always help me up, then squat down, becoming a beautiful sculpture.

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I would always wrap my hands around my mother's white neck, and my mother would support me with her hands, then stand up, take small steps, and laugh at the wild flowers

along the way. My mother was carrying me tremblingly like this, and my head was pressed against her back, sucking in the faint fragrance emanating from my mother's body, and my heart was trembling with intoxication.

Most of the time when I traveled far away to seek medical treatment, my second brother, who had traveled a few times, took me with him. To the commune, to the district, to the county seat, and as far as Wuhan. The most unforgettable one was that time I went to Wuhan: My second brother, who was already dying of illness, took me on the train at the county railway station. At that time, I had no intention of experiencing the first time. The pleasure of taking a train and admiring the world's scenery outside the window, I was tortured to death by the heartbreaking pain in my body. I wished I could get to the hospital earlier, earlier

Relieve my pain. We finally arrived in Wuhan, but my second brother didn’t dare to pass the ticket gate, probably to evade the fare, so he carried me back in the direction of the train. I lost count of the sleepers on the railway, but when I looked up, there was still no end of the road. I could only hear the breathing of my second brother who stretched his neck. I could only smell the peculiar smell emanating from my second brother's sweat-soaked body. I fell asleep in a daze amidst the jolting up and down. When I woke up, I was lying on the bench in the hospital corridor. I saw my second brother sitting on the ground, who was very tired. Like a puddle of mud!

On the days when I went to the brigade hospital to get medicine and injections, my second sister, who was studying in the brigade, took me there most of the time. My home is on the mountain, and the brigade is at the bottom of the mountain, about a few miles of mountain road. My second sister is only two years older than me. Normally, I don’t want her to carry me on her back, but sometimes when I’m sick

she will carry me on her back and walk slowly, even though my feet It was almost dragging on the ground, and I was not necessarily comfortable being carried.

But when I saw the laborious and painful expression of my second sister, who was about the same size as me, I would say nothing and be honest. When I lie down, a lot of guilt will always arise in my heart

. Finally one time, my second sister, who was carrying me on her back, tripped over a stone when she was going down the mountain.

She staggered and tried to balance her body, but in the end she still couldn't stand firm and was carrying I fell hard to the ground. I

stood up in a hurry and was shocked to see blood pouring from my second sister's hands, face and forehead. The second sister started crying, and I, who was overwhelmed

, also started crying. The second sister cried all the way and led me, who was also crying, to the hospital, and she herself

< p>I just treated the wound a little, and then hurried to school. Many years later, the second sister said to me:

At that time I was just afraid that you would fall. If that happened, I would not know how to explain it to the adults when I went back. After listening to it, I couldn't help but feel warm to my heart

My eyes were wet.

Yes! The backs of my relatives are like a solid mountain, carrying the joys and sorrows of my childhood, and also holding up the hopes of my childhood.

How many years have passed, I have gradually grown into a tree that is not strong but tall, and I don’t need my relatives to carry me east to west

What’s more My mother's back has turned into a bow or a crescent moon due to the weight of the years, and can no longer bear my pain and joy

. But I never dare to forget those painful years and the pain my pain caused to my loved ones. But to this day

I am still deeply grateful. With these experiences, a person's life is filled with tenderness and care.

3. Birthday Thoughts

Author: xncys928

It is late autumn now, and another birthday of mine is coming soon. This year is my fortieth birthday. According to the custom in my hometown, it is a day for heated disputes

but I am not in such a mood. Firstly, I have been having troubles this year one after another. Secondly, It's my old father

I have been bedridden from the beginning of the year to now, and to be honest, for many years, I have not regarded such days as anything special

, so every birthday, I always suddenly think of it after the day has passed normally, but just let it go. I have never felt any loss or regret.

On the contrary, some things that happened on my birthday in my memory make me think about it all the time. I remember one time,

It was about the day of my seventh birthday. At that time, the poverty of the family always trapped us in a state of hunger and semi-starvation.

That day During dinner, my mother took out a bowl of steamed eggs from the pot, put it in front of me, and said to me, today is your birthday. Eat this bowl of steamed eggs while they are hot. . I was extremely surprised, but I didn’t make any excuses. I just kept my head down and devoured it all. When I looked up, I saw my brother’s greedy eyes, staring straight at me. Staring at my empty bowl with a disappointed expression on my face. I didn't think anything, but I felt that the steamed eggs were too little. After the meal was finished, my father quietly called me into the side room, touched my head, and whispered to me that when eating anything at the table, I must pay attention to courtesy, especially

This is especially true for people who are younger than you. My father's expression was gentle when he said this, and there was no hint of blame. I turned red after hearing this. I deeply regretted and was ashamed of my behavior at the dinner table just now. To this day, every time I have a birthday, I will think of this incident and my father’s words that are light in words but full of meaning.

It was probably another birthday in those years. My elder brother, who had gone to work in Xiangyang Lake, happened to come back and happened to meet me again.

He was reaching out to someone eating snacks. When my friend asked for food, my elder brother sternly asked me to go home with him. After entering the house

I didn’t know what I had done wrong, but I was scolded by my elder brother. , up to now, I can’t remember some of the words

clearly, but there is one sentence that seems to be engraved in my heart: Never reach out to others casually, because stretching your hand

< p>It's easy to get out, but it's hard to take it back, it's ugly! Later, my mother reminded my eldest brother that today is my birthday, and he stopped scolding me. Although I feel a little aggrieved, I don't feel wronged. Because from this enlightening reprimand, I seemed to understand the dignity of being a human being and the weight of personality.

Time flies by and life is fleeting. Thirty-nine years pass by in a blink of an eye, and thirty-nine birthdays pass by just like that.

Born in the long river of time Many things about me have been forgotten in the lightness of these days, but these few little things have become more and more vivid with the passage of time. It prompts me to keep thinking about the past while thinking about the past. Chewing the past and absorbing it continuously enriches one's own nutrition, thereby strengthening oneself, straightening oneself, and improving oneself to the maximum extent. It’s just that I often think

In the middle-aged season of life, in the ordinary days after entering the forties, such a beneficial wind and stimulation that encourage people to grow

are so familiar Where can I find the frost?