Prose on Philosophy of Life Part I: Life
Around us, there are many ordinary people who, although not earth-shattering heroic feats, are writing songs of life all the time: carefully feeding our teachers, saving angels in white's life, people's policemen who stick to their posts, and parents who work hard for you day and night?
I wonder if you have seen the pine trees on the cliff and the small trees in the crevices, growing sturdily one by one. They don't need anyone to fertilize and irrigate, but they grow tenaciously in the cold and hot summer, and the wind deceives the snow.
Maybe you have read the news in the newspaper that a dying kitten was sent to the clinic. After examination, the doctor described the situation of the kitten as follows: "The left eye is torn, the eyelids are inflamed, the central nervous system is damaged, and the hemiplegia is almost paralyzed." However, who would have thought that this was actually the "masterpiece" of several primary school students! When the kitten was found, it was being played by several pupils in school uniforms. It meowed in pain, but fortunately it was rescued and escaped bad luck?
Do you have anything to say in the face of these shocking life stories? Write down your feelings, your amazement, your indignation, express your thinking and understanding of life, and express your love for life.
Life is only once, and it is the most precious thing in the universe. Life is fragile and strong, and life is short and eternal. Let us all cherish the value of life, love and develop our unique life, and write a hymn of life with love and strength.
Life is beautiful, and a beautiful world is made up of a beautiful life. People have life, animals have life, plants have life, and everything in nature has life. As long as we feel it with our heart, we will be moved.
Philosophical Prose on Life Part II: Feeling Life.
Life is a gathering and parting. The first cry when I first entered the world opened the gathering, so in the years to come, flowers blossomed and flowers fell, clouds rolled and clouds spread, and countless times I met, met, got along, loved, hated and finally left. No matter what form of gathering or parting, at last, the song ended and the birds returned to the forest.
The so-called banquet that all things must come to an end, the ultimate destination of life is always death. The sleeping moment is also the end of a fancy dress ball. The people I met at that dance, the stories that happened, all disappeared as my soul drifted away. The excitement and noise when gathering, the coldness and desolation when dispersing, are all expected and fate. No one can change it.
Although everyone knows that life is like a play, time is ruthless and life is fleeting, everyone plays a leading role in his own life drama, and everyone around him is a supporting role. So everyone wants to try their best to shape their roles. But sometimes your life is a tragedy, a comedy and a farce, but the decision is not entirely in your hands. Because no matter what you are, you are just an actor, not a director, and you don't even know who the director is, so you can't know all the plots and processes in advance. This is the biggest difference between this drama of life and other dramas.
Life is a mystery. We never know what will happen next and what will happen. So let's be an excellent actor, devote ourselves wholeheartedly, laugh happily when we should laugh, cry heartily when we should cry, love him vigorously when we should love, and hate him completely when we should hate. Use all the time and energy in our life, all sincerity and true feelings, all the laughter and tears to interpret this drama of life and make our role perfect. Then at the end of the curtain call, someone will give us the warmest applause with tears in their eyes.
In an instant, young and beautiful. Life is like a dream. When I wake up, everything is empty. Life is really fragile, such as that exquisite ceramic vase. I don't know when I will be hit by an unintentional touch. Then let's show our most beautiful charm before it breaks, and face all the joys and sorrows given to us by the god of fate with a best posture.
There is a famous saying: "The process from birth to death is called happiness." Yes, life is just a process. In this process, there are flowers and applause, thorns and tears, joy and pain, and in order to pursue the joy as mellow as wine, we must endure the pain as sour as vinegar. The meaning of life lies in the endless pursuit, innovation in the pursuit, transcendence in the pursuit, and finally give life a most beautiful interpretation.
Life is like a lighted lamp, which will go out sooner or later. The moment of death is when the lights go out, but if you think about it carefully, death is not God's punishment for us, but God's love for us. Just as we need sleep, we also need death. It is the dark background of death that sets off the glory of life. Imagine if life is infinite and there is no death, then what is the meaning of living?
So death is not terrible, but the rest of my life. Before this long sleep, we should cherish every day we have and figure out what we should pursue in the end to make us really happy. Is it materialism? Is it fame and fortune? Or the clarity and tranquility of the soul?
Let's listen to the hymns of nature attentively, always keep a clear and clean soul, always treat life with a smile, enjoy life, cherish life, transcend life, and walk through the world of mortals easily and safely in the wind, frost, rain and snow of the years!
Prose on Philosophy of Life Part III: Love Life
Loving life is the basic of human beings. For example, some people who commit suicide by taking poison and die of leukemia, SARS and AIDS just don't love life. Like Zhang Haidi, she suffered from such a serious disease, but she didn't give up her life. She still faced life with such strength.
When Zhang Haidi was five years old, he suffered from spinal hemangioma and was paralyzed at a high position. Therefore, she has never been to school. From an early age, she began to teach herself knowledge with tenacious perseverance. She taught herself specialized courses in primary schools, middle schools and universities. When Zhang Haidi Qing 15 years old, she was sent to a poor mountain village in Shen County, Liaocheng with her parents, but she was not afraid of the hard life, but dedicated her youth with an optimistic spirit. There, she taught the children in the village primary school, overcame all kinds of difficulties, learned medical knowledge and enthusiastically treated the villagers with acupuncture. During her stay in Shenxian County, she treated people for more than 10,000 times without compensation and was warmly praised by people.
Zhang Haidi's spirit of loving life shocked me. What prompted Zhang Haidi to love life so much? It took me a long time to understand, in fact, it depends on my own idea: I want to live well, I can't just sleep in bed and wait for death, then my life is meaningless, so what's the use of being born? There are also people who are as optimistic as Zhang Haidi, such as Helen Keller.
I know that human life is to be created. If you create well, life will be better.
Life philosophy prose Part IV: Life is a journey.
In this journey of our life, from the moment we were born, we began to embark on our own journey. The journey of life is not smooth sailing, but every time we set off, we all set off with dreams and longings. Maybe we don't know how far we are from our destination, but we have no choice in the long river of time. When faced with the rolling water of time, our life journey has no way out. This is the mission of life.
Life came naked and went naked, but we missed the scenery we met on the journey. Even a distant bird will remind us of stories related to this bird. Clouds, sunshine and rainy days, we will all stand at the front of the train of life and meditate on the thin body that was once left in our minds and blown dry by the wind. Whose is it? Did others leave it to themselves or did they leave it to others? Writing here, my mind suddenly got a little fuzzy.
There are many puzzles in the journey of life. Although we have interpreted the meaning of life from generation to generation, today we are still looking for the answer: the mystery of life lies in when our life will arrive. When does the partner sitting next to you get off? Why do our friends come and go? This is something we can't know and think about in our life journey!
An old man died and watched the guard of honor see him off. Suddenly felt the sadness of leaving life. A friend's good divorce made me feel the fragility of marriage in this world; An old man living on the street suddenly made me feel the indifference of the world!
On the train of life, we will meet countless people, including our parents, brothers and sisters, as well as our teachers, classmates and schoolmates. They only accompanied us for a long journey, even for an hour, but they all became the best memories of our life journey!
You are a person I met on my journey. Although I have never met you before, when you crowded into the carriage of my life, the disappearing shadows in my heart once again aroused my expectation for life, expecting your smile, your voice, your story and even your love?
I know you have a lot of baggage, and your feelings are very depressed, and your heart is very depressed. This is the biggest challenge of your life journey on the train. I believe, and I hope you can get out of this desperate situation as soon as possible! To tell the truth, I am lucky to meet unexpectedly in the space of life. Your appearance in my life has added more colors to my life journey. I am willing to accompany you to enjoy the scenery on both sides of the road and feel the amorous feelings of the journey!
In life, although we boarded our own life journeys at different times and places, we squeezed into the same carriage because of an accidental encounter. Yes, if it weren't for your wave, we might have passed each other in a smile and missed our acquaintance in this life. Think about the ending. If there is another chance to get to know each other, we don't know until then. That train, that carriage, may be for us.
Life is like a book without words, and everyone is eager to find himself in the flowing life. And the people and things we met during the trip are the content of this book. Your appearance in my life has also been integrated into my book of life. Let me quietly read your feelings, your affection and your concern, and let me feel the warmth of walking on a strange road. Your boldness and tolerance bring me infinite thinking. Your life is like a song sung in my life.
Although the world is far away, human feelings are true. I don't know what the future journey will be like, but I believe that we will be able to walk through every threshold in our life journey.
The long river of life is a flowing story, and affection, love, friendship and romance are the waves splashing in this river. Although these intangible emotions are people's beautiful wishes, not everyone can lead the way to happiness. It's like facing the same scenery. Although countless people pass by and even stop to appreciate it, everyone has his own opinion. Just as we face feelings, so do you. Your appearance is like a landscape in my life. Do I stop in front of your eyes to appreciate, yearn for, look forward to, or love?
We are in the same carriage, which is actually a kind of fate. Yes, before our story happened, all you left in front of me was a smile. When I waved from you and sat next to your empty seat, I found that I was your companion in the journey, so you asked me if this companion was a wife, lover or sister. I don't know how to answer you, but in the dark, I found that the characters are all. Where do you get on and get off? To tell the truth, no matter where we are, this is the answer that life wants to find on the journey. We all play different roles in the world, and each role is not a fixed ending for us!
At this point, I still want to sum it up in two words. Fate!
If you meet fate, you must cherish it and accompany you all the way. There will really be gains on the road!
Philosophical Prose on Life Part V: Taste the various flavors of life.
I like English prose. Many years ago, I bought a collection of Liang Yuchun's essays in a small bookstore. One of them is an article about mutton, which is wonderful, brilliant and wonderful. It left a world-class essayist with a schoolbag all the way, dazzling, revealing, vivid, witty and lively, and caught my whole soul at once.
Time flies, but my interest in English prose has not diminished at all. On the contrary, with the growth of age, because of the increase of experience, my understanding of life has deepened, and because personal destiny is often an unremarkable road, I am very willing and hope to enrich my spirit in the exploration of English prose, so that my mind can occasionally jump out of sparks and shine a charming gray life.
My qualifications are as thin as autumn leaves without moisture. Seen from both sides, it is really crisp and dry. I feel like a dead butterfly with a broken wing in my brilliant English prose. Although struggling to flap its wings, it stopped in front of the treasure house of Alibaba and the Forty Thieves. I feel uncomfortable, but I can't help it.
Maybe I haven't reached that kind of generous and gentle mental state. After years of reading and hazy enlightenment, I can still have a bright moment in the middle of the night, and my spirit flashes by. The heavy valleys and secluded paths of my soul suddenly revealed my mysterious clouds, but in a trance, the clouds soon enveloped me and I couldn't chase them, and my heart was melancholy.
Elam's generous and gentle personality, love his dreamy brushwork, a noble gentleman, and a man who prefers to stay in the past city streets, because the noisy past of the streets, no matter how trivial, can fall into his eyes, whether it is a ragged tramp, a child sweeping a smoke window, a cunning businessman or a dream child, all these are precious in his mind. In his pen, it is monotonous and trivial. A look, an unremarkable action, a habit, a face, a tone of voice, and people who pass by ordinary eyes all make him never tire of seeing it, which is interesting and fascinating, and paints him with a dreamy color. The inspiration of turning the stone into gold broke through the dense fog of England in the18th century, preserved the spiritual portraits of people of the times who were ruthlessly trapped by time, and left us with the treasures of world prose? Lessor.
Seven or eight years ago, I was lucky enough to buy an Selected Essays in English, which collected the representative works of dozens of famous British writers, such as Johnson, Brown, Swift, Lamb, Gissing, Defoe, Addison, Stiehl, Mao Mu, Woolf, etc. This book was originally used as university handouts for college students to learn. I bought this book, which is an orphan in the bookstore. If I go late, I may not have it. Hiriart was obtained by mail order from Huacheng Publishing House, but it didn't exist in the market at that time, because this book had already stirred my heart and I couldn't find it anywhere. So after learning the address of mail order, I didn't hesitate to remit money to fulfill my wish.
Reading English prose is a great enjoyment of life, a very beautiful encounter, just like catching a glimpse of a light that transmits night waves in a distant and secular Wang Yang.
A large number of talented prose writers, after Shakespeare, pushed English prose to the first-class level in the world. Their character, talent, morality and personality are unmatched by later writers, and they are specific achievements that the spirit of a specific era cannot imitate. It is today that we read their works carefully. Although there are hundreds of years of fashion customs, ideological barriers, differences in history and perspectives, life itself and human nature are eternal. They are still like private records of yesterday in our thoughts and feelings, which makes people think. Just like watching Chaplin's silent films, we can't help laughing, feel sad and know all kinds of hardships and relaxed moments of life. Although we are thinking about a series of English essays, it is a pity that many subtle things will slip through the translator's fingers. Unlike the best prose in China, it is warm and affectionate, full of homesickness. But after all, in those faithful and vivid words, there is a different way of life, a different rich mood and interest, which can also cleanse people's hearts and get rid of the helpless dust of life!
The most rare thing in life is to devote your whole soul to reading. In this kind of happy reading, you gain knowledge, meet wonderful people, gather rich thoughts, open the horizon of the starry sky, and feel the infinite depth of life and the infinite possibilities of the spiritual world. The seeds of wisdom are hidden in your heart, and flowers are blooming in the boundless Yuan Ye. What kind of vitality and beautiful life realm this is! This is just a natural interest in a certain aspect of books, which is a secret plot between us and time: I want to live my own life, I want to see with my own eyes and think with my own brain. The world has made me, so I want to use it, enjoy it, taste its various flavors and spend this wonderful life.