Clue:
On the platform of life, people all over the world are bustling, everyone is in a hurry and there are countless passers-by. Passing by, passing by, sometimes dazzles us.
In the world, people come and go, and we all follow our own life trajectory and rush to different destinations.
Cars come and go, people come and go, and the people who accompany us are different in every long journey of life.
However, no matter what different journeys we have experienced in this life, in the end, we must all reach the same goal through different routes.
Scattered into mud and ground into dust, turned into a speck of dust in nature and continued to float in the world; Or, into a wisp of smoke, scattered in the world with the wind.
1 Su Shi has been relegated all his life, experienced ups and downs, and finally uttered a sigh of life: life is like a dream, and there is still January.
How many princes will turn into a cup of loess in the devastating historical changes. How much prosperity receded, leaving only a bleak desolation.
In the wind and rain, new buds bloom and finally flowers wither; People grow up in the river, and many lives fall without leaving a trace.
When life becomes a wave in the long river of history, who will accompany who forever? Who is whose forever?
Nothing will accompany us forever, only ourselves will accompany us to the end.
Born as a man, living in this passionate and heartless world, there are almost a handful of people we know and get close to.
How many people can we be close to besides our parents, brothers and sisters?
Grow up day by day, get married and have children, and get old day by day.
Children grow up day by day, parents grow old day by day, and we rush to the threshold of middle age day by day.
Busy life sometimes makes us have no time to think about the meaning of life and the meaning of getting along with others.
Because we have to work hard for our livelihood and life every day, and we have to run out of energy to chase something that doesn't belong to us every day.
In fact, we were very busy, and in the end, we could hardly catch anything.
When children grow up, they will repeat our lives, get married and have children, and grow old.
We will grow old like our parents. No one will be with us forever.
One day, all our relatives will leave us.
When people reach middle age, relatives and friends begin to wither like leaves, and we also begin to go to funeral homes frequently to bid farewell to relatives and friends.
Moreover, one day, we ourselves will come here to reunite with them and come here to sum up our lives.
Loved people, roads traveled, lives experienced, stories written, phone calls made and tears shed will all end with the fall of life.
When we leave this world, we find that there are too many things that we can't take away when we are alive or when we die.
Those who go first will also take away a tear from their loved ones; Those who leave later are destined to leave by themselves.
Zhuangzi said: Life is between heaven and earth. If it is fleeting, it is only sudden.
Therefore, we have no reason not to treat ourselves well and cherish the present.
Life is a hundred years today, today is not a pity!
Running all the way, walking in a hurry, hasn't had time to slow down, tidy up the mood and soothe the dry heart. Countless today has become yesterday.
It's really like that song: time flies too fast before I have time to hug myself.
The temples are frosted and the face is vicissitudes. While we are still young and healthy, we should abandon those superficial fame and fortune, slow down, keep a normal heart and manage the rest of our lives well.
The child has grown up and has wings to fight the wind and rain, so let him fly.
Parents get old day by day, and their waists are no longer tall and straight. Go back and have a look more often if you have time.
Don't put off till tomorrow what you need to do today.
Life is a guest at the end of the century. Everything in the world has its birth and death except the sun, the moon and the stars and the vastness of the universe.
Conclusion: People are all the same, starting as a passer-by and ending as a passer-by.
But the train of life has been coming and going, riding a group of different passers-by, cycle after cycle, day after day, year after year.
This train of life is a passer-by except yourself. And we ourselves are passers-by between heaven and earth.
Life is like a dream, and it is not a dream. Look for the prosperity of the world and taste the indifference of life. The essence of life eventually tends to be calm and dull.
Cherish what you have done and live every day carefully.