It was a long winter night. I found a quadriplegic gecko still beating at home. I was worried about its life safety, so I put it in a small glass to recuperate and take good care of it. When I didn't want to see it again the next day, it had already escaped! In one night, I climbed out of the cup wall five times higher than it with a climbable limb!
I began to be afraid of life.
From that day on, I had to save dozens and hundreds of animals. There are animals and many plants. There is only one reason: I am surprised at their strength.
In the days before, I saw dragonflies deformed in artificial pools more than once. That nearly vertical cliff, that bustling crowd! However, there are still many dragonflies above the crowd, changing and flowing to the end of life.
Plants are worse. As soon as a plant is born, there is nothing that can't open a hard stone. And there is no lotus flower that can't hold back for three days in water. Moss, some of which can live in polar regions, is extremely cold. Algae can survive without air. Thousands of plants, which one is not great?
Kind people know that creatures work hard at all costs to survive. Gecko will abandon its tail and exchange its weakness for new life; Kapok will sow catkins and replace fallen leaves with new leaves; Thousands of animals hibernate through the long winter. And people? Even the money is reluctant to give up.
Life is free. Without freedom, what can there be? A prisoner in a cage is better than a dead beast; A turtle in a jar is not as good as a wandering soul. We love ourselves, but we love freedom more.
If a person has dignity, loves freedom, dares to pay, is willing to work hard, and strives to contribute, where is he or she not perfect? What is not awesome about him (her)?
Life 2 You ask me what life is, and I look at the grass growing between bricks. You ask me what life is, and I look at the towering trees outside the classroom. You asked me what life is, so I followed this road and said, "This is life." Life is like grass between bricks. The rain hit the newly sprouted grass mercilessly, and the grass had to accept it, but it had no right to resist. Although it can be said that it is unfair, it has no control at all. Just like people, good or bad is beyond our control. The only thing we can do is to bear bravely and wait for the temper of the wind and rain. The grass is so small, but it can show its tenacious vitality from under the hard bricks. In their eyes, we, giant human beings, only occasionally encounter some unpleasant things, but often feel depressed, but the problem facing the grass is not so simple, but a life problem, a choice of life and death. As long as you live, you can escape from the brink of death, but the grass only lived for one summer.
In autumn, I quietly hide in the warmth of the earth. This is the tenacious vitality of grass. Life is like the life of a tree. The skin of the towering tree is rough, just like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes. Because of the wind and rain, it has more connotation than ordinary people. Who knows what he suffered? There must be an unbearable past behind his glory. He needs a pair of hardworking hands to fight for his future and dreams. The green leaves of the tree are dripping, symbolizing its exuberant vitality. In autumn, golden butterflies with dead leaves fall from the sky, and the beautiful scene is unforgettable. On the ground, the dead leaves have made contributions to the earth, melting their own organic matter into the soil and letting the roots of the big tree absorb it, so that it can survive the whole winter. This is the life of a tree. Life is like a mountain road. Sometimes flat, sometimes rugged. We can't give up halfway on this road, or we will regret it for life. We can only move on, explore all the unknowns and reveal all the answers.
The smooth road makes people happy, and the rugged road must be optimistic and firmly believe that you can break through. When I reached the other side of victory, I looked back at the road I had traveled and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was the most affectionate nostalgia. This is a road to life. On the road of life, you need: tenacious life, a heart that knows how to repay kindness, and persistent people. Wise men seek strength inward, which is the power of life connotation!
Life 3: If life is only three minutes, some people will eat hard, some will play hard, some will meet their classmates, and some will visit their parents. Some people will tell others the truth.
If my life was only three minutes, what would I do? Go to dinner? Go play? Watch TV? Or tell everyone the truth? Or I won't do it. If my life was only three minutes, what would I do? I'll get a plate of water and wash my parents' feet. Because I haven't thanked my parents for raising me. If my life was only three minutes, what would I do? I will find my friend and tell the truth. Because they are my best and closest friends.
If my life really only had three minutes, what would I do? I know that what I want to do is not enough in three minutes, but it may take a lifetime, so I want to do something that others think is a fool. Just smile. Because three minutes is too long for me, really too short. Laughter tells me that this is the only thing that can be done. Life can't be a tragedy, even if it is about to disappear for three minutes. So I have to laugh for three minutes, which is too short for me.
Life 4: The world needs life to support, only life can continue, but no matter how keen you are to find, discover and observe, it is still the same essence. If there is no trace of existence, the world is just a big grave.
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A person drinking a cup of tea, gently stirring the fog, if anything, will wet my eyes. Maybe in a trance, maybe in a coma. In the fleeting bit by bit, I will close my eyes with my chin cupped and tilt my head at a comfortable angle, and my gentle bangs will be kindly attached to your ear. The room is as quiet as nobody. Even if a bird flies by the window and takes a nap in front of you, you won't turn your eyes to it.
Life just needs spiritual communication. Silently and tacitly, you can also look at it from a distance, as if crossing an endless river of time and looking at it like a small black pearl. In an instant, the heavens and the earth disappeared, leaving only a vast expanse of whiteness and unspeakable thoughts in my eyes. It understands me, and I understand it. Just like a pair of good friends who have been close for many years, they always know your unpredictable temperament better than others and will also calm your restless heart.
It doesn't matter even if it flies away. We still live under the blue sky; On a vast land; We breathe the same air, fresh and fragrant; What is beating in our chests is the blood like fire and the tolerance like the sea. Even if we can't reach each other's side, it doesn't matter, as long as you are here and I am here, no one is lonely.
Looking up, occasionally a faint trace sweeps across the sky, occasionally a small cicada chirps with a long drawl, occasionally a delicate flower drops a petal, and occasionally the winding vines are slightly shaken by the breeze. These, and others, are intertwined and become a world, a unique and beautiful world. He is in the period of bean sunflower.
This piece of music composed by life echoes in every corner of the world.
Looking back, the birds have flown away and the tea is cold. The only constant is the silent symphony, which will last forever.
Lyric Prose of the First Day: Life 5 Lyric Prose of the First Day: There is always a song in a person's life.
"Sell candied haws, one yuan a string!" These calls for selling pulled me out of my dream.
I opened the curtains and looked out. I saw rows of crystal clear candied haws in glass boxes in a car, which reminded me of the past.
One winter, I came out from home and saw an old man pushing a car to sell candied haws. I went up and bought a bunch and took a bite. It's sweet, crisp and delicious. I can't help asking: "Grandpa, where did this candied haws come from, so delicious?" "Son, you have to know this. This is the candied haws in my hometown! " So, from then on, I knew that the candied haws in my hometown were the best.
The old man also told me how to make candied haws: first, wash the hawthorn, then take out the seeds inside, then string the hawthorn with a stick, then boil the syrup, and finally dip the hawthorn string in the syrup and freeze it, so that the candied haws are ready.
I took back my thoughts and looked out of the window again. The aunt who sells candied haws seems to be leaving. I quickly took a dollar, put on my coat at random and ran downstairs. I ran to my aunt and said, "Aunt, I want to buy candied haws." Say that finish, I looked at it carefully.
There are hawthorn, candied dates, bananas and begonia in the candied haws ... More interestingly, there is also a candied haws with hawthorn and bananas stuck together. I asked my aunt what it was called, and my aunt told me it was called "brotherhood". I haven't eaten it before, so I bought a bunch and tasted it. As a result, my face was covered with sugar. I smiled and said, "Aunt, this is the candied haws in my hometown!" " Aunt said, "How clever." I smiled again, because I can remember the taste of candied haws in my hometown, so I decided it was candied haws in my hometown.
Sugar gourd, I love you!