I write under the lamp at night, and a moth keeps flying over my head, harassing me. When it stopped in front of my eyes, I reached out and caught it. I tried to kill it, but it flapped its wings and struggled desperately. I feel a force of life in my hands, so powerful! So vivid! Such a small moth, as long as my finger is a little hard, it will never move again, but those wings are struggling in my hands, and my desire for life shocked me, and I can't help letting it go!

I often think, what is life? A melon seed fell into a brick crack in the corner. After a few days, a small melon seedling appeared. What kind of power is contained in that small seed, so that it can break through the hard shell and rise indomitable, thrive and stand upright in the cracks of bricks without sunshine and soil. It only lived for a few days, but I am in awe of its vitality.

Many years ago, once, I borrowed a doctor's stethoscope to listen to my heartbeat. The steady and regular beating gave me a great shock. This is my life. It belongs to me alone. I can make good use of it or spoil it in vain; I can let it live a meaningful life, or I can let it go to waste and waste my life. Everything is in my head, and I must be responsible for myself.

Although the life of the body is short and often unpredictable, it is up to us to make the limited life play its infinite value and make us live a more exciting life.

From that moment on, I promised myself that I would never live up to my life and never let it slip away from me in vain. No matter what the future fate is, I am willing to fight for it and live bravely, regardless of happiness or misfortune.