Face to Face with Suffering —— From Face to Face with Suffering by Zhou.

"No wisdom can save me from the pain. I only hope that there is a kind of wisdom that will keep me from being destroyed by pain. "

What do we have in the face of natural tragedy? There is no stage here, only endless sky. We are not heroes, but short-lived beings. No human ideal can soothe the sadness of birth, illness and death, and there is no sense of justice in the face of natural and man-made disasters. We are facing a soulless opponent. We can't console ourselves with spiritual superiority, but we feel the humbleness of life even more. There is no God to save us, because this disaster came from God himself. We are angry, but there is nowhere to vent our anger; We are wronged, but we will never be wronged; We resisted, but our resistance was helpless and doomed to failure.

However, we may not fall because of this. Perhaps, no romantic tragedy is our truest courage. In desperation, we gritted our teeth and persisted.

There are too many irreversible things in life. Since I am still alive, I will move on. People who have experienced great suffering have the right to prove that creating happiness and suffering belong to the same ability and will not be overwhelmed by suffering. This is not a shame, but an honor.

This is the second live viewing. After reading it for the first time, I cried in a big mess. After all, I have experienced too little. The rich life in the book is enough to destroy all the light in my heart. But strangely, I don't think he is in pain, and sometimes I can even feel a little joy of survival. At that time, I thought I could live like him without regrets. Even now, I still think so, but at this time, I think of something else: life.

When I finished watching One Hundred Years of Solitude and Living, I believed in fate. In fact, I don't think I am a pessimist, but reality is different from philosophy. The world is perceptual, not cognitive. Everything is doomed, even the idea of our efforts is doomed. However, we still live in life. Although sometimes the truth runs counter to everything we do, we still have to work hard because we are still alive. If we don't follow the way of life, then I'm afraid we may even lose the right to think.

After watching Alive, what haunts me is the path leading to the city. I can't forget the road where Fu Gui's father squatted on the dung jar and squinted, the road where Fu Gui's mother twisted her little feet deeply and shallowly, the road where Jia Zhen wore a water-red cheongsam, the road where Xia Feng silently pulled Fu Gui's sleeve, the road where sentient beings ran on snow-covered shoes, and the road where Fu Gui dragged the old cow with a shadow for a long time. The road is always like that, but the people on the road are different. Fu Gui had no choice. When I was young, I always felt that life was a game and I always wanted to win, but later, waves of suffering came to me and I was not ready. Everything is a foregone conclusion. Then I suddenly understood that this is not a game, and there will never be a win or lose. We have no choice but to move on. Therefore, when Fu Gui told himself, he would not be sad. That is not suffering, nor happiness, but the life we have to face.

It's just a road, a road that can only be taken once. People walking on the road may be full of pain and stagnate; Maybe you will smile brightly and keep running. Although all roads lead to the same goal, I chose the latter. Then at the end, pour out all the tears and tell a living story in another flat voice.

Life goes on, but I'm still alive, and I still have the courage to live. I don't know why I'm still alive. Is it for my parents, for three meals a day, or for this body of more than 100 kilograms? What is painful is that I have nothing. What is painful is that this circle, this life circle, the ugly face and ugly personality under money make me feel that the world is full of eyebrows and there is no love.

I love everyone around me. No matter how I associate with them, I will not violate my personality and the principle of being a man. I don't know whether they don't know me or I don't know them. I always feel that communication is always so complicated, so incomprehensible, so incredible, and it is always painful again and again. My heart used to be like a red apple, but now it has been repeatedly cut by the people I love and those who love me.

No one can understand me, no one can understand me, only I know myself, only I can understand myself.

I heard a wise man say before: We don't live for others, so we will be more tired and even exhausted!

I often tell myself: I sit on the Diaoyutai and let the wind and rain roll.

A big belly can accommodate heaven and earth, and nothing is allowed; Laugh often, laugh in the past, laugh now, and put everything into a smile!

Be a person who will never be laughed at, a person who has no wishes and regrets all his life, a person who will be useful all his life and a useful person around him!

Some people say: be a person who is looked up to by others. I feel that this person must be a vain person. Why do we have to be respected by others when we live? We don't live for others, nor do we live to show others, but let ourselves live better, but this society is not our own. Don't forget to share happiness when you are alive!

Live for the sake of living —— Thoughts on reading Yu Hua's To Live

I once wrote an article called Life, trying to interpret life, but in the end I failed.

Always ask yourself a thousand times what you live for. But every time I only see a blank and almost numb face in the mirror.

Yu Hua wrote a thin book, Alive, and told a story about death. After reading it in one breath, I burst into tears. Yu Hua's answer is that "people live to live themselves, not for anything other than living."

"To live is to live" is a seemingly simple but extremely profound and sharp answer. Some people say that life is actually a circle, and you can't walk out when you walk around, but some are long in diameter and some are short in diameter.

"To live is to live"? An answer that is too simple always makes people feel unwilling and want to find something else, no matter what it is, as long as it is not the simple word "alive". Searching crazily in my mind, screaming wearily in my heart, almost on the verge of collapse. Finally, I still see those two words lying peacefully in front of my eyes, reflecting soft light.

If life is really like this, living for the sake of living is too ordinary and too simple. Cruel? Or happiness?

I was really moved by the story in Alive, an ordinary and ordinary life story. Or what makes me cry is death-the end of life. The Fugui family died one after another, and the causes of death were often unexpected but reasonable. The death of every character in the novel gave me a strong shock. Life is strong and fragile.

"This is a story about death, but there is no lack of warmth." Fu Gui's family snuggled up to each other, and under the pressure of poverty and hunger, they helped each other and walked hard on the road of life. To live is to live. Take pleasure in suffering and look forward to the future. This is life.