What is Life? Qintai art

Bing Xin said: If life is boring, we have an afterlife. If life is interesting, this life is already satisfied! But what is life? I sighed lightly, looking for this profound answer. I don’t want to be a thinker. It was too tired and painstaking. However, the Wenchuan earthquake with a magnitude of 8.0 shocked the whole China. The Chinese nation suffered such a huge disaster, sichuan people are in hot water. In addition, I have to think about the fact that there are too many people around me like meteors in these two years. In the bright night sky of life, they suddenly fall down and disappear without a trace. Among those who disappeared, there were friends who used to get along day and night, strangers who didn’t know their names, primary school students who were growing up, and men who were just young and strong, among these people, there are old people who have not been deeply acquainted with each other, friends who were drinking and talking with each other not long ago, and relatives who are still smiling and singing. Looking at these flashy lives passing by in a hurry, how can they not make people sad and ignorant? Cough, life! What is life? I have looked up at the dark sky. If life is like flowing water, like gone time, coming and going in a hurry, then what kind of value is the realization of life? If life is like a journey and a battle, then where is the way to return and what is the ending of the war? I sighed heavily, what is life? How thoughtful this question is! I shook my head and didn’t want to think. Thinking in peace would only consume a person’s life faster! Life is slowly exhausted in pain! I don’t want to be a philosopher, which is too depressed and horrible, but I just want to have a rational understanding of life instead of staying on the basis of sensibility. I asked myself devoutly, the mountains and the sky, whether life is a white cloud. In the vast sky, there is no place for me to live and float? Is life three peaks, the peak of material desire, the peak of spirit, the peak of power, on the short life path, let people climb forever? Is life a wisp of breeze, in the gentle night wind, blowing through the calm water, there is no trace? If life is a white cloud, then where will it drift? Where did you come from and where did you go? If life is three peaks, then what scenery can people who climb the roof of the world see? Lv Buwei and Hu Xueyan climbed the peak of material desire, Confucius and Lao Zi climbed the peak of spirit, while Qin Shihuang and Wu Zetian climbed the peak of power. I don’t know what kind of life they enjoyed? Is free and unfettered such as the fairy, or aloof? If life is just a wisp of breeze, which gently crumpled the river and passed quietly without leaving any trace, is it sentimental or ruthless, or is it seemingly ruthless but affectionate? If we say that a life can live for one hundred years (not many people live so long), there are 36.5 days in a year, then there are 36,005 hundred days in life, but now more than 10,000 days have slipped away from me, quietly and disappeared without a trace. So how many days are left in life, and how many days are there? I am wasting my life in the days of calculating my own life? I am still young, and now I have to work hard. When I am old, when I retire, I will have time. What should I do well? I asked myself! I want to plant flowers, practice calligraphy, read books and TV. I want to sleep carefully for two or three days. I want to travel and travel all over the scenic spots and historical sites of my motherland, I’m going to travel around the world. I want too many and can’t count them all. But no matter how many I want, these are what I really want to do! Can’t we do it now? The answer is no, no! You are still young now, you have to struggle, you have to make money, you have to struggle, you have to sacrifice if you want to make money, heaven will not drop pies by itself, those boring things can only be enjoyed by the elderly! When I am young and strong, who will think of what life will be like tomorrow? I will only think of where I will make money tomorrow and how I will make my career more successful tomorrow, how can I move three times a day tomorrow? It was not until one day of a certain year that I occasionally found that most of my life had gone and my life had begun to decay. I heard the most pitiful sentence: exchange your life for money today, and buy your life tomorrow! Thinking of these, I was a little irritable, a little chattering and complaining about the human mother Nu Wa. Why did you spend so much sweat creating all living beings? What is the meaning of the human beings you created like Kuafu who are exhausted and thirsty in the journey of life? I also complain about the almighty God, why did you spend so much energy creating Adam and Eve? What is the meaning of the human being you created that is like a vicious snake creeping on for a lifetime, suffering and desolation? What on earth is life? I have to sigh again! I hope I am a writer, then I can describe my life feelings bit by bit with words, leaving some perceptual materials for later generations; I hope I am a painter, then I can use lines and watercolors to outline many kinds of life; I hope I am a architect, then I can use steel bars and cement to build a solid life. What on earth is life? I sighed deeply. When I close my eyes again, I will wander in the long river of history. The lives of historical celebrities will fly before my eyes. Jiang Ziya fishing by the river, Han Xin who is all-powerful, Cao Cao who cooks wine with green plum trees, yue Fei, who was loyal to serve the country, recaptured Taiwan’s Shi Lang spray and found all heroes; I wandered in the diary I grew up, my childhood, my school, and my work, my peach blossom still laughed at the spring breeze, the past is like smoke. Flowers are similar every year, and people are different every year. Looking back, at the barricade, the sunset and the smoke curling up from the kitchen, can the meaning of life be as quiet and peaceful as Tao Yuanming, and can it open and smile like mirufo? The moon climbed up to the tip of the Willow quietly. My imagination was not as fast as the bright moon rising. The just Dark Sky was already more than half bright, but I still sighed in a remote place. The Moonlight is like running water, passing through the light clouds, casting a wisp of purity from the window, shining on me sitting in front of the window, purifying my soul and soul. I was still sitting quietly in front of the window, thinking silently. What is life? My gloomy heart is gradually becoming clear. Time has been searching for the answer of life in the past years. A white delivery room with four walls, a middle-aged angel in white, my wife groaned painfully on the birthing bed, and the glittering sweat oozing from her forehead flowed down her white cheek, dripping on the back of her husband’s hands with weak and slender fingers, I didn’t know whether it was sweat or tears. The wet feeling made me hear a clear cry. I raised my head and realized that this was the voice of my daughter coming into the world. In a bustling metropolis, a beggar with tattered clothes sat cross-legged on the quaint and dignified Street, blowing a flute with melodious sound. There were endless pedestrians on the road, but no one stood for a moment. Suddenly, two young men with fashionable clothes walked up to him, threw down ten yuan disdainfully and left proudly. I followed the flute and saw the beggar’s indifferent expression. His sharp eyes were full of dignity. On a desolate ancient road, a lively, beautiful and ragged child pulled the woman beside him and called mother, his eyes were full of love, and his bright eyes looked at him, I remembered Xu Zhimo’s poem: God, he has you in his eyes! Oh, this is life, a life full of dignity and love. Only such life is eternal. Eternal life is spirit, not flesh, so I want to say: If life is short, we should cherish life; If life is interesting, we should cherish life more! It seems that life is still emotional after all. I sighed heavily, “What is life on Earth?

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