Life of thinking

Life is changeable, and many things may startle you. The sudden death of a very close second aunt at the age of 43 makes the relatives around heartbroken. After all, she is too young! Just like the delicate flowers withered in the storm overnight, a person who was still alive yesterday said that he would leave and never meet each other in the future. What we face is just a handful of loess, A tomb, life is so fragile, people sigh. The three major misfortunes in life are: the loss of parents in childhood, the loss of spouse in middle age and the loss of children in old age. While the pain of sending black-haired people to the white-haired people is even more painful. As an old man, he is even more anxious to let himself die instead of his children. However, there are some things in the world that cannot be controlled by people. My children have not grown up yet, and the kindness of parents has not been repaid yet. My second aunt, who can say and laugh, said that she left silently. Maybe she is not responsible for her own life, but this is also what she knows and is unwilling to do, so what else can we say except sadness? Apart from tears, what else can her relatives complain about? Let’s take it as a trick of fate, and it can also be regarded as a kind of self-comfort in the living heart. There is a kind of sadness, which is called crying without tears, and a kind of nostalgia, which is called sleepless all night. When our life encounters setbacks, the only release is to try to make reason overcome emotion. Yes, when we cry for ourselves without shoes, we may find that someone has no feet, therefore, we think that we are already very lucky. We don’t need to feel sad any more. The Road of Life still needs to continue, and life still needs to continue. Buddhism thinks: Don’t be afraid of death, death is just an open door, and we just travel from one world to another. It is enough to live in the present and know how to cherish what we have now! Yes, when we were born, we came to this world with tears, while people around us were laughing. When we died, we left this world with smiles, while people around us were crying! How rich dramatic! Maybe life is a tragic comedy, isn’t it? Walking in the streets and lanes, I accidentally found that the flowers of this spring seemed to bloom overnight, and the opening of the land was so vigorous that I couldn’t help surprised that I hadn’t had time to appreciate it, but the flowers had already gone. It is said that there is a kind of flower called the other bank flower on huangquan Road. When the flower is on the other bank, you can’t see the leaves when it is on, and when there are leaves, you can’t see the flowers. The flowers and leaves don’t meet each other. A large number of such flowers were blooming there, which looked like a carpet paved by blood from a distance, and were also described as the road of fire because of its red like fire, it is also the only scenery and color on this long huangquan Road. They formed a fiery red flower path to guide people to the other side of the Sancha River, and people stepped on the guide of this flower to the dim. In this spring season, you have left. My second aunt, who is only three years older than me, and my relatives who grew up together, wish you blooming flowers on the other side of your way back, let you not feel lonely! Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…