What is the meaning of life? What is the meaning of life? This is thought-provoking and confusing, and the passage of time makes it impossible to look back in time.
Ba Jin said: the meaning of life lies in dedication, not enjoyment. I think life is like weeds that "wildfires never completely burn them down, but they grow taller in the spring breeze". It is so tenacious. When people are still in the rainy season, pedestrians on the road want to kill their souls, the green life in front of the grave comes into my eyes. Every year, they are busy cleaning up weeds, but every year, the grass is always tall and green. This is the life of "spring breeze blowing high". What caught my eye was the small tree hanging on the mountain wall. It was not tall and straight, but it was strong and firm. Grass growing on bluestone passes through hard stone. This is life, small but not soft.
"No one has died in life since ancient times, and the heart of keeping Dan is the mirror of history", or "lighter than a feather and heavier than Mount Tai", people's life can be long or short, celebrities are immortal, or they are notorious for thousands of years. Shang and Zhou dynasties drank Empress Dowager Cixi, and they had similarities. They all crave pleasure, build palaces and make people poor. The last one was replaced by Ji Chang, and the last one was ruled by western powers. They have been notorious for thousands of years. Li Shizhen devoted his whole life to writing Compendium of Materia Medica, and established Lei Feng as a model of helping others and being thrifty in Chinese medicine, and died young. Tan Qianqiu lived an ordinary life, but his last gesture made people remember him. They are ordinary people, but they are remembered by us.
We have gone through a long life, and sometimes we suddenly find that our life is so dull. All sunrises and sunsets make no difference between cold and summer. All the laughter and tears are exactly the same, and there is no glory. We spent every ordinary day unconsciously. Facing the easy feeling of life, we suddenly feel very ordinary, as ordinary as a beam of light, a grass and a drop of morning dew in the distance. To this end, we feel disappointed and sigh. In fact, we don't have to lament for the ordinary, because the ordinary is also a kind of beauty! Ordinary is a wasteland, pregnant with rise, as long as you Hegang develop; Ordinary is the soil, pregnant with harvest, as long as you are willing to cultivate; Ordinary is a stream, pregnant with profundity, as long as you are willing to accumulate.
Although life is short, we should make it meaningful and have no regrets about the road we have taken.