-The moon is blooming.

1in the autumn of 972, my mother pushed me out of her warm womb and came to this cold world. Although this move made me tremble a little, it was from that day on that she gave me the first breath, and I had my own life, a brand-new life. Disconnecting the umbilical cord, my father gave me the first cry, screaming, crying and struggling. A life is destined to begin, so choose to live. Life is cruel, and fate is cruel to me. It was my father who lifted me up with his powerful big hand, warmed my weak life and kept me alive.

When I was very young, I was treated differently from other children. I am like a child in a big city, with a toy in one hand and a candy in the other. My parents gave me double affection. At that time, I always liked to think: Why should people live? I foolishly rummaged through all my father's books, thinking that anatomy and physiology were about why people are alive, but I couldn't find the answer and there was no result. Yes, my father's book studies life, but that's the body, just the surface of life! Later, I realized that people are alive only by breathing, and living is the continuation of life. My parents told me that people should be brave, strong, independent and ambitious. I don't know what a future is, but it's good anyway. Therefore, I am determined to live a promising life. I think this kind of life is a person's life, and you can live a safe and smooth life. This is a brilliant and happy life.

For the first time, I carried a flower bag sewn by my mother on my back, and described the contents of a picture with rich imagination and beautiful words in front of the teacher. Everyone was shocked. At that moment, my parents' proud smiles doomed me to live for those small words. Since primary school, my composition has been read to my classmates by the teacher as a model essay. Now I am the wife and mother of others, and I still like to record everything in words in lonely moments and enjoy it alone in happy moments. I don't want to bring me any benefits and future in this way, just record my life state with my heart. This feeling keeps me alive, really alive. I often ask at this time: Why do people live? No one can tell me, and the more I think about it, the more confused I am. Life is really a university. Ask!

When I grow up, I repeatedly think about the reason to live. I am human. My body belongs to my parents. I can't trample on life. I am still alive. You can feel the existence of everything in the world,

Since my parents gave me life, and life gave us a state of being, breathing, heartbeat, smiling, crying … all belong to us. Although sometimes happy, sometimes lonely, sometimes happy, sometimes depressed, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, but my heart is beating, my blood is rushing. I am carrying my life, and I am living with the weight of living a good life. Life needs a kind of happiness to support. With this support, it can be stronger and more powerful. In applause, in front of flowers, too many honors make me feel high and even want to fly, but I don't want to live on this earth like this. I am alive, with the dream of flying. ...

After work, I am very unhappy, doing a job I don't like, and living in a state of high tension all day. I have nothing to say. What about my dream of flying? Behind the joy of getting married and having children is bitterness. Like my mother, I brought a little life into this world. I live, not for myself, nor for my parents, but to raise this lovely life. I pushed him into this world. I have a responsibility to make him live better than me, and I have an obligation to live better for my son. In the face of the suffering and misfortune brought by life, how many tears come to my mind and how many times I think that death is the best choice, but I still have dreams and courage. "Death is depravity." Live, even if there is only one choice, even if it is to live.

Perhaps, living is really for that dream. Finally, my wish came true, my intimate lover came into my life, and a happy marriage surrounded my heart. His gentle eyes, kind heart and trickling love make me cry, in order to be glad that I am still alive! He gave me love and wings to fly. When many people don't want to live, I am still alive, eager to live, and even want to live forever. I asked again: Why do people live? Someone finally told me the answer. There is no definition of being alive. To live is to choose a better life in the rush, and to live is to choose a better life in love and hate. My happiness is no longer a person's happiness, my happiness is not just my own happiness. I think life is worth living! No matter who, life has the meaning of living, and I am happy and happy to enjoy everything that is alive.

Yesterday, I lived because of my son's stumbling eyes for help, which was the hope and responsibility he brought me when he grew up a little. It was my mother's white hair and low sobs that locked me in sadness, smile and tears. Today, I live, and I live selectively. Smile is a song in my heart. I paint a happy life with a pen in my hand and record a happy life with a book in my heart. Choose to live, let the person who loves me and the person I love ride the same dream, listen to the time flowing through my heart to wash away the faint sadness, and watch bloom bring a lingering smile. ...

I choose to live and live beautifully.