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I'm at home and you're outside.
The sun shone into the room on the weekend. I got up lazily. Knowing that my parents would not be at home, I called "Sister" to the next room twice, but I got no answer. Push open the half-open door, the bed is neatly stacked with quilts, and the desk is clean, but you are not familiar with it. I know, you got up early and went to work again.
Push open the kitchen door, and the breakfast you prepared is on the table. I sat at home watching TV and having breakfast, while you were still working hard.
I am at the school gate and you are outside.
Make up lessons in the third grade. You know I like to stay up late, so every time I go home at night, there is a steaming glass of milk on the table. Every school noon, no matter how busy and hard, they will send me meals at the school gate. Open the lunch box, which is full of my favorite food. I stand at the school gate to eat, and you stand at the school gate and watch me eat with a smile.
I know, this is what you did when you hurriedly stopped what you were doing and went home. Standing at the school gate, you can always see the figure waiting for you outside the school gate, rain or shine.
You are in the wedding car and I am outside.
In order to reduce the burden of life at home, you put your mind on work and me. Every day at home, at work and at school, you are so busy that you forget the important events in your life.
Now, you are sitting in the wedding car in a white wedding dress, and I am standing outside the wedding car watching you get married. Watching your wedding car get farther and farther in sight until it disappears, I finally couldn't help crying.
You always pay for me silently and work hard for me. In the next life, we will be sisters. This time, I will be a sister and pay for you.
I saw antique wooden doors, but they were still hazy. How many times I met in my dream, I couldn't stop crying and didn't have the courage to push it away.
Some people say that it is the door of death that makes people fall into hell; A few people walked through that door. They left a pile of books and told us that this was the gate of heaven. There is a paradise over there. And those books, people call them masterpieces.
Outside the door, how many people are looking around and how many people are looking back.
After being awakened, Montaigne's Essays on Montaigne caught my eye in bold. I stood up from the table, closed the crumpled paper and gave a wry smile. I really didn't reach that level, facing death and life.
I have closed my eyes, feared and lamented the fragility of life in countless movies recording tragic disasters; I still remember waking up again and again in my dreams, afraid to fall asleep, but I had to urge myself to fall asleep because of the darkness. I am afraid to leave this world, so afraid that I don't want to touch it, and even spoil my words and deeds too much. Cowardice exists in the body and is hypnotized repeatedly.
That door is obviously so simple, as long as you push it open, you can face life directly. The so-called fear of death is just an excuse for yourself to live a quiet life. Why can't you live aboveboard? Why can't you tell death with wonderful life: even if there is your threat, it can't stop me from emitting my own light!
Often the simpler things are, the more complicated they are, and the simpler the truth is, the deeper it is.
People are always afraid of the arrival of that day, afraid that the door is getting closer and closer to them. Maybe someone shouted the slogan of not afraid of death, but secretly fled; Maybe some people are not only not afraid, but also thinking about how many tomorrows remain to be continued.
Facing that door, people are bound to cry. They suddenly found that everything was so beautiful and the world they had complained about was so charming. But if you open that door, you will find that you have the best thing in the world-life.