Chapter One: The Value of Life
Author: Jingshan Xiao Ye
To tell the truth, a person's life is short.
We should seriously consider that in this short life,
What valuable and meaningful things should be done.
Never live in this beautiful world.
How many people's lives come and go secretly.
How many people die in silence and don't even understand the value of life.
Like a dead dog, like,
An insect died.
If people don't understand the value of life,
It's like an insect
You know, desire, that's not the point,
The point is whether it can bear the fruit of life.
This fruit of life can give us a cosmic account.
Live up to the painstaking cultivation of the universe.
If we have a mouth, we should say it.
If you have ears, you should listen.
Listen to what Uncle Jingshan said about life.
We should think, we should invest.
Find the true meaning of life through thinking and dedication.
To understand why it exists.
Human life must continue.
This not only means the continuity of genes,
However, through some things, it has been continued.
For example, creating something unprecedented,
Leave some eternal classics for the world.
We should exert our energy,
To explore, to discover.
We shouldn't waste energy and drag out an ignoble existence.
We explore, we can find, we see, we can see.
We should give full play to our brains, hands,
Convert invisible scattered energy in the universe into visible energy,
And turn the visible into lasting and concrete, which will bring full help to people.
This is what we need to do all our lives, the value of life.
Jingshan Xiao Ye will always look for it on this eternal road.
And bring you eternal experience, experience, and understanding.
I'm not the only one on this road,
It belongs to everyone, anyone.
Please pay more attention to the eternal exploration of the value of life.
Not stupid, drag out an ignoble existence!
Chapter two: the meaning of life
We always yearn for strange places.
Always full of endless imagination for the future.
Although there's nothing to hide there
We also kept rushing forward.
Just like the moon secretly likes the morning sun.
Even if the dawn is bleak wind and frost.
I can't stop to look at the future.
We always miss the past and the past.
Keep the past in memory forever.
Although everything is deeply buried by time.
We are still echoing in our dreams.
Just like the moon misses the sunset at dusk.
Even if it is full of endless sadness.
I can't convince my memory to keep recalling.
We always look forward to the future.
We always miss the past and miss the past.
In reality, we often become confused.
After being confused, it becomes a beautiful past.
I suddenly woke up and had a different time.
Life is like this.
Always full of nostalgia and yearning.
Chapter 3: Multi-latitude of life
Through the sunny Woods in the corner of the park
I know that life has a height.
When your own shadow falls on yourself
I know my shadow can be stretched infinitely.
Where you lost your lover.
I know that life has thickness.
It is so heavy that I miss it and think deeply about it.
In knowledge, in painting.
I know that life has breadth and depth.
I swam in the colors of the graphics, and I was extremely intoxicated.
Yes, life is not just about losing your lover.
There are many, many
Life is so many latitudes, let me explore and be fascinated.
Chapter four: the hourglass of life
way of life
Very long
also
Very short, very short.
Can't help but panic.
Inevitable insomnia.
Every fork in the road
Known as the turning point of life.
A forked road
How to extend?
We are young, young.
Looking at the threshold of entering the university
Staggered steps with high bottoms.
Is it a mud decree?
Or a stepping stone
We are a seed planted by our parents.
They are anxiously looking forward to it.
expect
Looking forward to taking root and sprouting one day.
Glowing with new green
Grow up healthily and strongly
Hit the blue sky directly
but
Even a bonfire
It was also born from a small flame.
Eagle soaring in the sky
It also needs a long growth.
become full-fledged/mature
therefore
Parents' overzealous hopes
Like a boulder tied to the heart.
Let's fall
How many gentle little lives
Can't stand the increasing pressure.
Like spider silk swaying in the wind
Maybe at some point.
Short crack
way of life
Very long
also
Very short, very short.
Lange gang
Why rush for a while?
reach