2. Life is a poem, fresh and natural; Life is a cup of tea, with bitterness and sweetness; Life is a book with infinite knowledge.
3. Life is a sea of flowers in spring, colorful; Life is the sunset in winter, radiating light; Life is the rain and dew in the sun, which is fleeting; Life is a cactus in the desert, indomitable.
4. Life is sunset to sunset; Life is a pine tree standing on a cliff; Life is an autumn goose in Pingsha, Wan Li; Life is Chun Xue in March.
5. Life is a fire, burning your faith; Life is light, guiding your direction; Life is night, cherish your dreams; Life is a fortune, leaving you with sadness.
6. Life is Gong Zizhen's persistence in "falling red is not a heartless thing, turning it into spring mud to protect flowers"; Life is Wen Tianxiang's lofty spirit of "no one died in life since ancient times, leaving a heart to shine on history"; Life is Su Dongpo's detachment and open-mindedness. Who says there is no shortage of life, and the running water in front of the door can still flow westward? Life is the helplessness and sadness of Du Fu's "falling into tears like a lonely bird".
What is life? What is life?
7. Life is a clear spring that nourishes all things, giving people hope for the introverted beauty of life; Life is a cup of tea, refreshing and giving people the unrestrained beauty of mellow life; Life is a wild horse that gallops freely and gives people strength.
8. What is life? Life is a blooming flower, a gorgeous painting and a cup of mellow wine. It has fresh fragrance, romantic color and a little intoxicating sweetness. This is the most beautiful thing in the world.
9. Life is a treasure knife, a swift horse; Life is golden mink wine; Life is the wandering of lonely moon and cold songs.
10. Life is a newborn ignorance; Life is the innocence of teenagers; Life is the vitality of youth; Life is the stability of middle age; Life is the open-mindedness of old age.
1 1. Life is a piece of sunshine in winter, which makes people who are poor and sick feel the warmth of the world; Life is the spring in the desert, which makes people on the verge of despair see the hope of life again; Life is a ballad floating in the night sky, which gives spiritual comfort to lonely and helpless people.
12. Life is the unyielding sound of grass breaking ground under stones; Life is the standing posture of cold plum in the snow; Life is the persistence of geese fighting against the wind.
13. Life is grass, fragile but strong; Life is a big river, endless; Life is a cloud, unpredictable.
14. Life is spring, full of fun, life is summer, full of enthusiasm and unrestrained, life is autumn, full of cold and unruly, life is winter, full of cold and quiet.
What is life? A good sentence, a good word, a good paragraph-a sentence-a famous saying, an epigram-a proverb-a sad sentence-a beautiful poem-a beautiful sentence.
15. Life is the kindness of maternal love; Life is the severity of father's love; Life is the gentleness of lovers; Life is the concern of friends; Life is a combination of feelings.
16. Life is a stone, which sparks a single spark; Life is a fire, lighting the lamp of darkness; Life is the way to light up the front; Life is a road, paved with gravel.
17. Life is a seedling that breaks through the ground. The more you grow up in a difficult environment, the more you can highlight its tenacity; Life is a phoenix reborn from the fire. The more it goes through hardships, the more it can highlight its glory. Life is gold buried in the desert. The more no one can find it, the more it can highlight its value when it appears in front of you.
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 zigzagged through the hanging rock, cut through the wall, washed down a layer of sand and accumulated soil, and rolled away happily and bravely. Along the way, he enjoyed everything that happened to him. Sometimes when I meet this obstacle, I rush up angrily, growl, swirl and push back and forth. It was not until he crossed the steep cliff that he calmly jumped a thousand miles. Sometimes, he walks through the thin flat sand and the grass in the sunset and sees 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. A strong wind blew and heavy rain fell on him. He was temporarily confused and uneasy, but after the rain cleared, it just gave him a lot of new strength. Sometimes he will meet the sunset glow and the new moon, which will shine on him and cast a shadow on him, with a touch of warmth in the cold: at this moment, he wants to rest and sleep, but the force of progress still urges him to move forward ... Finally, one day, he sees the sea from a distance, 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 has melted and naturalized, and he is not happy or sad! Maybe one day, he will rise from the bitter raindrops on the sea, fly to the west, form another 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 can't believe it!
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 out his young leaves, sucked in the air, endured his eyes, sang in the rain and danced in the wind. He may be covered by the shadow of the tree, or he may be covered by the tree. The power of youth growth finally made him break away from the 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 on his branches, and he will hear orioles singing, cuckoos weeping for blood, and even strange songs 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! One day, the north wind in winter rolled down 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. When the river flows into the sea, leaves fall back to their roots. We are a member of a big life, a drop in a big life. In the great life of the universe, how humble and insignificant we are, the activities and growth 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. In happiness, we are grateful for life, in pain, we are grateful for life. Happiness is exciting, but pain is not beautiful. I once read a proverb, "May there be enough clouds in your life to create a beautiful night". The life of the world, the country and the individual is nothing more cloudy than today.