Life is like a river flowing eastward. He originated in the highest place, gathered many small streams, synthesized a powerful Hong Tao, broke through dangerous rocks, made twists and turns, and ran into the sea ... (with deletion) Life is like a small tree. He gathered a lot of vitality from the ground, stretched under the snow and ice, and bravely and happily hatched in the wet soil of early spring. He may have grown on the plain. I saw it. Oh, my God! He spread his young leaves to absorb the air, endure the sunshine, sing in the rain and dance in the wind. He may be covered by the shade of a big tree, or he may be covered by it, but the power of his youth finally freed him from the branches and leaves, and he stood up in the scorching sun. In the hot spring, he may bloom flowers, bees and butterflies are flying around him, birds are singing on his branches, he hears orioles singing, cuckoos are crying blood, maybe he hears the strange cry 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 blew his leaves from thick green to deep red. In the autumn sunshine, he has 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 up 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 will break through the ground from the nuts in the ground and grow into a small tree, and then go through the thick covering 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. When the river flows into the sea, leaves fall back to their roots. 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, the activities of one drop and one leaf synthesize the evolution and operation of the whole universe. Remember: not every river can enter the sea, and those that don't flow will become dead lakes. Not all the first seeds can become trees, 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 life in pain. Happiness is exciting, but pain is not beautiful. I once read a proverb, "May there be enough clouds in your life to create a beautiful night". The life of the world, the country and the individual is nothing more cloudy than today.