I dare not say what life is, I can only say what life is like. Life is like a river flowing eastward, it originates from the highest place, and ice and snow are his predecessors. He gathered many small streams, synthesized a powerful Hong Tao, and ran down. He zigzagged through the hanging rock, cut the wall, washed down a layer of sand and accumulated soil, and rolled away with rolling sand and stones, happy and brave, enjoying everything that happened to him along the way.

Sometimes, when he meets the front of the rock, he rushes up angrily, roaring and spinning, and the ups and downs of the front and back waves urge him. It was not until he passed and rushed down this dangerous cliff that he calmly rushed down a thousand miles.

Sometimes, he walks through the thin flat sand and the grass in the sunset and sees the red peach blossoms on the shore. He was happy and shy, flowing quietly, singing in a low voice, and spent this romantic journey gently.

Sometimes, when he encounters a storm, it will stimulate his mind and soul, and it will thunder. The strong wind blew him up and the heavy rain hit him. He was temporarily turbid and uneasy, but after the rain cleared, he only gave it to him.

Many new forces. Sometimes he will meet the sunset glow and the new moon, shine on him, project on him, and bring some faint warmth in the cold: at this time, he just wants to rest and sleep, the forward force.

Quantity, still urged him to move forward. ...

Finally one day, he saw the sea from a distance, oh! He has reached the end of his trip, which is #? Gu? Material ⅲ? Gu? Force burp, poke shirt, burp times, press "burp?" Nephew?

How dark it is! The sea solemnly extended its arms to receive him, and he silently flowed into her arms. He has melted and naturalized, and he is not happy or sad!

Maybe one day, he will rise from the bitter raindrops on the sea, fly to the west, form another river, then wash down the stone walls on both sides, and then look for peach blossoms on the shore.

However, I dare not say the afterlife, and I can't believe it! Life is like a small tree, which gathers a lot of vitality from the ground, stretches under the snow and ice, and bravely and happily emerges from the wet soil in early spring.

He may grow on the plains, on rocks and on city walls. Just look up at the sky, oh! I saw it. Oh, my God! He spread his young leaves to absorb the air, endure the sunshine and sing in the rain.

Dancing in the wind, he may be covered by the shade of a big tree, or he may be under the weight of a big tree. The power of youth growth finally makes him break away from the branches and leaves and stand up in the hot sun! When he meets luxurious spring, he may be full of flowers, bees and butterflies flying around him, birds singing heartily on his branches, he will hear orioles singing, cuckoos crying blood, and maybe he will hear the strange calls of owls.

He grew to the most lush middle age. He spread his thick shade like a cover to cover the flowers and plants under the tree. He produced countless fruits to show the endless sweetness and fragrance of the earth. The autumn wind began, blowing his leaves from dark green to deep red. In the autumn sunshine, he will have another solemn glory, not the pride of flowering, nor the happiness of results, but the tranquility and joy after success!

Finally, one day, the north wind in winter rolled off his yellow leaves and shook them. He danced feebly in the air and groaned under the roots. The earth solemnly extended its arms to accept him, and he silently threw himself into her arms. He was melted and naturalized. He is not happy or sad! Maybe one day, he broke out from the underground nuts again.

I grew into a small tree, and then I went through the dense forest to listen to the singing of orioles. However, I dare not say or believe in the afterlife. The universe is a big life, and we are a breath in the cosmic atmosphere.

The river flows into the sea and leaves take root. We are a leaf in a big life and a drop in a big life. In the great life of the universe, how humble and insignificant we are, living bit by bit.

Dragons synthesize the evolutionary operation of the whole universe. Remember: not every river can enter the sea, and those that don't flow will become dead lakes; Not every seed can become a tree, and those that don't grow will become empty shells!

Life is not always happy, nor is it always painful. Happiness and pain complement each other. It means that waterways have to pass through different banks, and trees have to pass through ever-changing seasons.

We should thank life in happiness and also in pain. Happiness is exciting, but pain is not beautiful.