At night, I was writing under the lamp, and a moth kept flying over my head, harassing me. When it stopped in front of the stage, I reached out and grabbed it. I tried to kill it, but it flapped its wings and struggled desperately. I feel a force of life in my hands, so powerful! So vivid! Such a small moth won't move again as long as I press my finger a little hard, but the wings struggling in my hand shocked me and I couldn't help letting it go!
I often think, what is life? A sweet melon seed fell into a brick crack in the corner. A few days later, a small melon seedling appeared. What kind of power is contained in that little seed? Unexpectedly, it can break through the hard shell and grow and stand indomitable on the concrete floor without sunshine and soil. Although it only lived for a few days, its vitality was enough to shake the earth, but it made me feel awe!
Many years ago, once, I borrowed a doctor's stethoscope to listen to my heartbeat. The steady and regular beating gave me a great shock. This is my life. It belongs to me alone. I can make good use of it or spoil it in vain; I can make it live more meaningfully, or I can make it waste my life. It's all in my head. I have to be responsible for myself.
Although the life span of the body is short, the process of birth, aging, illness and death is often unpredictable. However, it is up to us to exert infinite value from our limited life and let us live more wonderfully.
From that moment on, I promised myself that I would never live up to my life and never let it lose its confession. No matter what the future fate is, I am willing to fight for it and live bravely, regardless of happiness or misfortune.
(2) Eternal value
Among western painters, I especially appreciate Rehnova of French Impressionism, who has unique skills in using color and capturing light rhyme. I especially like the girls and children he painted. They are soft and elegant, and their eyes are like water, as if they can walk out of the painting at any time. Looking at his paintings always gives people a feeling of being suddenly enlightened.
It is said that Rehnova also suffers from arthritis. In his later years, all his joints were broken. He has to sit in a wheelchair to paint, and his easel is special. There are movable axes to move the canvas up and down. Because the joints of both hands were deformed and I couldn't hold the pen, I tied the writing brush to my hand. His friends saw him painting so hard and asked him why he didn't give up. He replied, "The pain will pass, but the beauty will stay." He didn't give up his brush until he died, and he died beside the easel.
Over the years, my right arm has been swollen because I kept writing, and it often hurts so much that I can't bend it, so I have to put my hand on the edge of the table and press it back hard. And the joints of the neck and back often make serious protests to me from time to time because they bow their heads for too long. Every time at this time, I can't help thinking of Rehnova's words. He left behind not only the beauty of art, but also the beauty of life. In such a difficult and painful situation, he still insisted on the pursuit of beauty and worked hard. This spirit of persistence and love for life is far more worthy of our respect and admiration than his immortal famous paintings.
Yes, one day the pain will pass, the tears will pass, and all the misfortunes will disappear at any time, but there are still some eternal things in our lives that we can always leave behind if we want.
Leave, please don't feel sorry for me,
I just went back to my old place,
I just want to go back to my original place.
When I leave one day, please don't erect a monument for me.
I am happiest when I sleep quietly.
I am happiest when I sleep quietly.
When one day I want to leave, please sing and dance as usual.
Give me laughter as a (thick) gift.
Give me laughter as a (thick) gift.