What is life like?

Life is the activity ability of living things. A leaf, a flower, a bird and a tree seedling are all alive. Life is also a letter, a half-written letter, we should continue to write; Life is still a song, a song that has been sung halfway, and we will continue to sing it. ...

All along, I thought I had realized the true meaning of life's pain and refused to change it at all. It was not until I saw the birds flying south and the leaves on the roadside withered and withered that I realized that the greatest pain in life was tossing and turning, frequent and helpless reincarnation.

Life, like summer flowers, is an instantaneous flame on the horizon.

Everyone has his own life. You can make use of it to achieve great things, or you can waste it. No one can describe its face, but its footsteps can be heard all over the world. Neither light nor darkness can change its pace.

When the bud blooms warm petals in the spring breeze, when the baby cries loudly in the delivery room to report to the world, he walks quietly, and laughter can't stop him.

When the yellow leaves fall in the cold wind, when the dying old man scans the world around him with nostalgic eyes, he still walks calmly and silently, and sighs can't stop him.

He is generous, you don't have to beg. He always gives you everything that belongs to you.

If you cherish him, he will grow a shade behind you and bear heavy fruits.

If you ignore him, he will turn into a light smoke and disappear without a trace.

Life is precious, no one can predict its length. As long as we grasp him well, a short moment will become eternity!

So, let's cherish life and let him compose a magnificent song of life!