The beauty of life 1 autumn, the ripe fruit hangs its head. It is plump, gorgeous and gorgeous. In this golden season, it shines like a diamond ... It is a life that has experienced pain, and it belongs to the unique glory of a life that has experienced pain.
If it weren't for the wind, the autumn fruit would have rotted off its branches; It wasn't raining, but the autumn fruit in the ravine had already withered; Before dawn, the autumn fruit has long been gray and pale; It's not hot, and the autumn fruit is gaunt and ugly. Wind and rain give mature bones and muscles in autumn; Sunshine and sunshine endow Qiuguo with a mature beauty ... Life that has experienced pain is the most beautiful, it exudes attractive fragrance and shines brilliantly.
"King Wen detained and played Zhouyi; Central Europe, also for the Spring and Autumn Period; Qu Yuan's exile is a tribute to Li Sao. Zuo Qiu is blind and cannot speak Mandarin. The foot of Sun Tzu's Art of War has been revised; Don't move to Shu Wei, preach Lu Lan; Han Fei imprisoned Qin and said that he was lonely and wrote 300 poems in anger, probably because of the anger of sages. " These ancient sages have written their beautiful lives because they have withstood the painful test.
Su Wu's herding sheep makes the world unforgettable, which is a kind of beauty. Years of displacement and seclusion in the desert are undeniable pains. The latter realized the former before the former. Pain, after the washing of time, will eventually show its beauty.
When Beethoven was preparing to make great achievements, bad luck played a trick on him-his hearing dropped sharply; At the same time, it deprived him of the love he sought and ravaged his heart again. But Beethoven straightened his back in pain and despair and finally achieved the immortal great symphony Destiny.
"Therefore, the sky is going to fall on the people of Sri Lanka. They must first suffer their minds, their bones and muscles, starve their bodies, empty their bodies, and act indiscriminately, so they must be patient and get what they can't do."
The sage Mencius said; "The vegetation is not weathered and the cause is not solid; If you don't worry, you are not virtuous. " The modern philosopher Shen said this.
In the course of life, we keep stumbling forward and experiencing different pains, but we also have diamond-like light that blooms after each pain. It is the sublimation of life after suffering and the beauty after suffering.
Pinctada chose trauma, which gave birth to bright pearls; Waterfall experienced the pain of falling off a cliff and became a brilliant galaxy in life; Seeds have experienced the pain of cracking, showing the meaning of life oil green; The eagle experienced a fight with the wind and rain, and it became the embodiment of courage and strength.
"The sword front comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold." Life that has experienced pain is the most beautiful, it is like a plum blossom with a faint fragrance floating; Just like the golden flower field left by dandelion when it floats across the earth; Like a butterfly after metamorphosis, flying in the flower of life; Like a rolling river, it crosses mountains and finally reaches the vast blue ocean.
The Beauty of Life Argument 2: How beautiful is life? Maybe many people think that life is a form and there is no way to see its beauty, but is it really like this? Really can't see the beauty of life?
Life is a train to the grave. Life is actually very short. Perhaps, when we are still confused and hesitant, the train is close to the end. What can we do at this time? All you can do is watch it drive slowly into the darkness. Your heart is fragile.
Life flowing through our fingers brings us not only regret, but also introspection. Since we can't stop the train of life from going to the grave, we should plant seeds on the way, wait for flowers to bloom all our lives and expect a bumper harvest. Let flower of life bloom beautifully and let the fruits of life be fruitful.
Choose the right goal to make flower of life beautiful.
Li Bai was bold and unrestrained, so he chose poetry and a bohemian life, and finally achieved his name of "Poet Fairy". Yue Fei was born in the turbulent Song Dynasty, and he was full of talent for serving the country. Therefore, he chose to fight in the battlefield and defend his country. His choice finally made him a great star and was admired by the whole world. Zhu Yuanzhang was an unknown monk, but he became the first emperor of the Ming Dynasty. This strong contrast makes people feel sorry. Who can say that this is not because he has great ambitions, chose the right goal and fought for it?
Yes, choosing the right goal is the premise of success, but it is not enough to have the right goal. We also need to choose the right way to ensure that we can reach the finish line successfully.
Choose the right way to make flower of life beautiful.
Han Xin had no talent and passion, but he did not know how to converge because of complacency, which harmed himself and ruined his wise life. Qin Heng, a traitor accused by thousands of people, never thought of serving the country and realizing his ideal when he was young, but he still couldn't resist the temptation of fame and fortune and embarked on the road of treason. Wen Tianxiang, the indomitable warrior, kept a straight face in the face of extremely cruel torture, and sang the song of life "Who has never died since ancient times, keeping the heart of Dan in history".
Indeed, in the journey of life, there are many forks, and these intersections have different scenery, or flowers, or fruits, or thorns. Only by resisting temptation can we usher in the spring of life.
The moth to the fire may be silly, but it moved us, and we have to admire this kind of moth. It yearns for light and heat, and strives to carve the gem of life and make it shine. Isn't it worthy of our admiration and study?
The Beauty of Life Argument 3 The germination of every grass and the chirping of every bird always touch me and touch the beauty of life.
When I hold up a fresh life with my hands, the clear cry that cuts through the silent sky and the clear eyes full of curiosity about the future world move me even more, and move that life is so beautiful.
I went home by car, and a disabled puppy was crossing the road when I was near the door of the community. Its black hair is messy and dirty, and its upper part is covered with thick dust and dirt. For some reason, its two hind legs can't stand and walk, and they bend and droop. I don't know what kind of eyes and mood the little black dog is at this time. All I know is that it has its head held high, its neck tilted, its chest straight, its front legs dragging its body and hind legs with difficulty, and it is very difficult for a person to walk alone. All the cars stopped at this moment, no one honked the horn, no one opened their mouths to make fun of them, and everyone was watching quietly, watching the disabled and strong dog slowly cross the road. At that moment, my heart was ups and downs, and my thoughts were myriad. I was moved by the beauty of life again, by the strange beauty of life.
Yes, the beauty of life lies in its vividness, its brilliance and its strength.
The sculpture by the sculptor's sword is beautiful, the painting by the painter is beautiful, and the embroidery by the embroidery girl's needle and thread is beautiful. However, what is their beauty compared with these lively and vigorous lives? Even a grass, a nameless flower and a flying butterfly on the roadside are more beautiful than Venus with a broken arm and more shocking than Mona Lisa's smile!
You dare to say, don't you? A lonely little tree on the Gobi Desert, though weak, shows the richness and brilliance of life. It adds a touch of green to the desolate desert and brings hope and light to the lost hikers. It is not afraid of the sand all over the sky, the scorching sun and the endless wind. Its simple life is full of extraordinary beauty. When the wind flies with the seed in its mouth, it accidentally scatters the seed on the steep cliff, and this little seed silently brews its own life. When it breaks through the oppression of rocks, breaks through the ground and flourishes upward, can you not marvel at the tenacity and beauty of life?
The beauty of the brook lies in its endless "Ding Dong", the beauty of the sea lies in its vastness and profundity, the beauty of the grass lies in its "endless wildfire" green and gorgeous, the beauty of the mountain lies in its massiness and steadiness, the beauty of spring flowers lies in its fragrance and hope, and the beauty of autumn fruits lies in its richness and richness.
Since life is so beautiful, let's cherish this beautiful life.
The Beauty of Life Argument 4 The beauty of life is a process of experience.
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Life is ordinary, because we all have it. However, will the owner think this is a gift from heaven? Nature has created a product that makes everything alive-life, and nature is fair. She won't let anyone who wants to get this gift once and for all give it away for nothing. The life she gave needs experience.
One crisp summer morning in autumn, I was walking on the forest path when I suddenly found a cicada lying on the tree, singing on the straight trunk. I couldn't help getting closer, and I clearly saw a new shell under its old shell, which is its life form after transformation.
Gradually, its cry became louder, louder and brighter, and the whole quiet path was filled with the breath of life by the cicada's song. I approached it slowly, and I clearly saw a thin crack in the old shell on the cicada's back. As time went on, it became bigger and bigger, 1 mm, 2 mm, 5 mm-suddenly, the cicada stopped singing and the path fell silent.
The breeze blew gently, accompanied by the long-lost coolness, cicada twisted around, trying to get rid of its old shell. Then, the crack is still too small for cicadas to do.
I wanted to help it complete the difficult and inescapable test of life, but when my fingertips touched its tired body, I quickly shrank back. Can't! I can't share what it should do by itself. This is the experience of life. I can't stand it cheating in this exam any longer! So, for a long time, cicada stood quietly in the tree.
I think it gave up, gave up the answer, gave up the new life, and gave up the beauty after the transformation.
However, just when this idea germinated in my mind, Cicada's renewed efforts completely denied my idea. I saw it flapping its wings again and making a sound. The sound was louder than the previous ones, as if all the small puddles on the ground were rippled.
I saw it trembling all over, and it was red with force. At this time, my heart and whole body suddenly felt a warm current. "Come on!" I shouted excitedly. It twitched all over and showed a new shell on its back. Then, there was another silence. ...
A few minutes later, a slight "snapping" sound woke me up in shock. It worked! It worked! It finally handed in a satisfactory answer to the God of Life.
The morning light sprinkled a pure brilliance on the earth, and the transformed cicada was bathed in the sunshine and entered another beautiful life cycle.