I dare not say what life is, I can only say what life is like.
Life is like a river flowing eastward, it originates from the highest place, and ice and snow are his predecessors. He gathered many small streams, synthesized a powerful Hong Tao, and ran down. He twists and turns between the cliffs, washes down a layer of sand and accumulated soil, and rolls away with rolling sand and stones, happy and brave, enjoying everything that happened to him along the way:
Sometimes, when he meets the front resistance of the rock, he rushes up angrily and roars, and the ups and downs of the front wave and the back wave urge him. It was not until he passed and rushed down the dangerous cliff that he washed away calmly. Sometimes, through the thin flat sand and the grass in the sunset, he saw the red peach blossoms on the shore. He was happy and shy, flowing quietly, singing in a low voice, and spent this romantic journey gently.
Sometimes, when he encounters a storm, it will stimulate his mind and soul, and it will thunder. The strong wind blew him up and the heavy rain hit him. He was temporarily confused and uneasy, but after the rain cleared, it just gave him a lot of new strength.
Sometimes the sunset glow and the new moon shine on him and project on him, with a touch of warmth in the cold: at this moment, he just wants to rest and sleep, but the force of progress still urges him to move forward. ...
Finally, one day, he saw the distant sea, oh! He has reached the end of his trip. The sea made him hold his breath and bowed his head. How vast and great she is! How bright and dark! The sea solemnly extended its arms to receive him, and he silently flowed into her arms. He melted, naturalized, unhappy and not sad!
Maybe one day, he will rise from the rain at sea, fly to the west, re-form a river, then wash down the stone walls on both sides, and then look for peach blossoms on the shore. However, I dare not say the afterlife, and I dare not believe the afterlife!
Life is like a small tree, which gathers a lot of vitality from the ground, stretches under the snow and ice, and bravely and happily emerges from the wet soil in early spring. He may grow on the plains, on rocks and on city walls. Just look up at the sky, oh! I saw it. Oh, my God! He spread his young leaves, absorbed the air, endured the sunshine, sang in the rain and danced in the wind.
He may be shaded by the shade of a big tree, or he may be under the weight of the big tree, but the power of his youth growth finally made him break through the branches and leaves and stand up in the hot sun! When he meets luxurious spring, he may be full of flowers, bees and butterflies flying around him, birds singing heartily on his branches, he will hear orioles singing, cuckoos crying blood, and maybe he will hear the strange calls of owls.
He grew to the most lush middle age. He spread his thick shade like a cover to cover the flowers and plants under the tree. He produced countless fruits to show the endless sweetness and fragrance of the earth. The autumn wind began, blowing his leaves from dark green to deep red. In the autumn sunshine, he will have another solemn glory, not the pride of flowering, nor the happiness of results, but the tranquility and joy after success!
Finally, one day, the north wind in winter rolled off his yellow leaves and shook them. He danced feebly in the air and groaned under the roots. The earth solemnly extended its arms to accept him, and he silently threw himself into her arms. He was melted and naturalized. He is not happy or sad!
Maybe one day, he broke out from the underground nuts again. I grew into a small tree, and then I went through the dense forest to listen to the singing of orioles. However, I dare not say or believe in the afterlife.
The universe is a big life, and we are a breath in the cosmic atmosphere. The river flows into the sea and leaves take root. We are a leaf in a big life and a drop in a big life. In the great life of the universe, how humble and insignificant we are, the activities of one drop and one leaf synthesize the evolution and operation of the whole universe. Remember: not every river can enter the sea, and those that don't flow will become dead lakes; Not every seed can become a tree, and those that don't grow will become empty shells! Life is not always happy, nor is it always painful. Happiness and pain complement each other. It means that waterways have to pass through different banks, and trees have to pass through ever-changing seasons. We should thank life in happiness and also in pain. Happiness is exciting, but pain is not beautiful. I once read a proverb that said, "May there be enough clouds in your life to make a beautiful evening".
Appreciate:
Talking about Life is an essay full of profound philosophy. Reading this essay is like drinking a glass of wine brewed by the author with his own life experience. The author turns the abstract concept of "life" into a concrete image, and depicts the picture of life, so that we can understand the true meaning of life from these visible and tangible pictures. The profundity of this article is inseparable from the author's life perception. Is with his passion for life, thinking about life. The author reveals the true meaning of life with two novel metaphors from a unique perspective. This can be described as "clever metaphor and reasonable metaphor". These two just right metaphors can make a simple and complicated problem simple and vivid. It is a natural phenomenon that "a spring river flows eastward into the sea", and the growth of "a small tree" is also a common phenomenon from the perspective of botany. The ever-growing "small trees" have gained life and given people positive and enterprising vitality. The beautiful sentence described in this paper is not only a three-dimensional picture, but also a hymn of life.
Taking Spring Water in One River and A Little Tree as examples, she reveals the general process and law of life from immortality to growth to decline, as well as the same law of pain and happiness in life, and expresses the will to struggle in life and the spirit of open-mindedness and optimism. On the whole, there is only one paragraph in the text, that is, there is no subsection in the middle, but the thinking is clear and the rules are strict, so it is easy to see the level of writing. The following is a brief analysis of his thoughts and feelings, way of thinking and language use. "Talking about life" is a very common topic, but the author's control is surprising, and there are waves at the beginning: the author does not say "what is life", but "what is life like". "What" is the definition; "What do you like" is a literary expression, which determines the image, aesthetics and metaphor of the full text. Emphasize that we must struggle, advance and grow in this life. Talking about Life, taking Spring Water in a River and A Little Tree as examples, reveals the general law of life growth, growth and aging, as well as the general law of coexistence of pain and happiness in life, and expresses the will to struggle for life and the spirit of open-mindedness and optimism.
Although this article is not divided into chapters, it is clear in thinking and rigorous in composition, and it is easy to see the level of writing. This is a wonderful and classic article.