I'm important, Bi Shumin. When I said "I am important", a thrill passed behind my neck. I know this is exposing my head to bows and arrows, and my mind is easily criticized by others. For years, no one dared to say that he was "very important" in broad daylight. The education we received from childhood is-"I am not important". As an ordinary soldier, compared with brilliant victory, I am not important. As a thin individual, I am not important compared with a vibrant group. As a dedicated woman, compared with the whole family, I am not important. As a member of people everywhere, I am not important compared with precious materials. In short, does every "I" matter? I am the essence of countless stars, the sun, the moon, vegetation and mountains. Just count how much food we have eaten and how much water we have drunk in this life. It condenses into a beautiful body, and we will be shocked by the huge numbers. On weekdays, we still cherish a grain of rice and a piece of vegetable. Can we treat the Lord of all things lightly raised by hundreds of millions of millet and hundreds of millions of drops of manna? When I saw the narrow foreheads and protruding mouths of Beijingers in the museum, I was amazed at the roughness of primitive humans. The stone tools they carefully built are just very simple toys today. Today, naive children can manipulate language skillfully, and we realize how far we have come on the road of evolution. Our head is a history, and countless traces of our ancestors' progress are stored in the depths of our minds. We are the first green leaf sprouting on the trunk of billions of years. It belongs not only to ourselves, but also to this land. The fire of human spirit is a continuous chain. As a delicate link, we deny our importance and shirk a sacred promise. Looking back at the process of our birth, the chimerism of two groups of life genes is full of contingency that people can't grasp. Each of us is a product of opportunity. I often think that if it is another man and another woman, I will never be who I am today ~ ~ ~ Even if this man and this woman fall in love at another time, I will never be who I am at this moment ~ ~ Even if this man and this woman are disturbed by a small fallen leaf or a crisp bird song at this moment, there may still be no such me. A disappointing and frightening imagination, like a mist, rises slowly and inevitably, blurring our starting point and ending point, making people have to stop thinking constantly. Our life is at the top of the pyramid of probability. In the face of nature's uncanny workmanship, do we still have the right to say that I am not important? For parents, we are unrepeatable orphans. No matter how many children they have, we are unique. If I don't exist, they will leave a good heart in vain. Floating in the wind like spider silk. If I get sick, their hearts will shrink to stone, they will pray to God for my recovery countless times, and they even wish that the disaster pain would come to them with ten times the intensity in exchange for my health. Every drop of my success is like passing through a magnifying glass, entering their pupils and absorbing their hearts. If I walk in front of them, their white hair will hang from sunrise to sunset, and their tears will make the Pacific Ocean ebb. In the face of this unbearable affection, dare we say that we are not important? Our memories are closely intertwined with our partners, just like two mixed colors on a plate, which are inseparable. You used to be yellow, I used to be blue, and our common color is green, green is full of vitality and green is about to drip. A man who has lost his wife has no vital ribs in his chest, and his atrium is bare, and every gust of wind drops blood. A woman who has lost her husband is a broken string, and each of them has been singing for a long time on a rainy night ~ ~ ~ In the face of fellow villagers, do we have the heart to say that we are not important? Bow to our children, we are the only supreme. We are their original universe, and we are an unfathomable ocean. If we hide, the children will lose their incomparable blood love forever, and the sky will fall to the southeast and the ground will fall to the northwest. Broken plates can stick together, but a broken childhood can never be recovered. The wound is bleeding, and there is no mother's hand to bind it up for him; In the face of choice, there is no father's wisdom to persuade him ~ ~ ~ In the face of future generations, do we have the courage to say that I am not important? With friends, we have known each other for many years, so that we can understand each other's feelings with a slight frown and a jitter of eyelashes. If I'm gone, it's like the computer lost a file without a copy, leaving an irreplaceable black hole in their memory. In the dead of night, after dialing a few phone keys, my fingers suddenly stopped, and the string of numbers no longer had to be recited. During the holiday, he wrote a lot of greeting cards. When it was my turn, she closed her eyes. After a long time, he filled out a greeting card with only a name and no address, and burned it in the deserted air. A close friend of friends for many years is like ancient pottery in the desert. If you break one, you will lose one, and you will never find the same finished product. In the face of such friendship, do we still have the face to say that I am not important? I am very important. I am an indispensable master of my work and career. My unique ideas soar in the sky like pigeons, and only I can catch their feathers. My eyes are scattered on the beach like pearls, waiting for me to wear it with gold thread. My will stretches forward until the horizon disappears in the distance. No one can replace me any more than I can replace others. I am very important. I whispered to myself. I'm not used to announcing this idea loudly and clearly. We have lived a life of insignificance for too long. I am very important. I repeated, louder, and I heard my heart here.