Essay on the feelings and inspiration gained from loving life, about 500 words.

I often wonder: What is life?

There are a few small fish in the fish tank at our house. Because the filter in the fish tank was broken, and after a few days, the water was bad. The environment caused several small fish to lose their precious lives, but only one small fish remained.

This small fish is still tenaciously alive in harsh environments. Whenever I walk here, I can feel Xiaoyu's spirit of never giving up on life. Although this is a small fish, the big fish are only strong and have a lot of meat, and these big fish are often not as bold as the small fish.

This made me admire the tenacious vitality of the little fish even more.

There are a few keels growing in the pots at the doorway, which are not very noticeable. Not only do we often ignore it, but we pull it out of the soil several times because it grows so slowly. Seeing its green leaves turn yellow, we don't bother to care about it.

However, less than a year later, these keels were all reborn and grew new green leaves. What a strong vitality is contained in this small keel! Even if no one paid attention to it, these keels still stood firm and thrived.

A few days ago, I read this news in the newspaper: a man in his 30s, although he has excellent medical skills, worked for 32 hours straight, was so tired that he vomited a lot of blood, and finally came back to life when he went to the emergency room for rescue. When I saw this, I suddenly understood a truth, although life can be used to serve the people, it cannot be overdrawn, otherwise it will lose its precious life.

This news inspired me a lot.

From this, I realized that although life is tenacious, if you don't combine work and rest, and relax to a certain extent, life will be lost in vain.

The green pine stretched out its arms and embraced the blue sky on the top of the mountain; The wheat and its companions clung to each other, densely spreading over the field. The eagle spreads its wings, flapps the sun, and soars in pursuit of the wind; The horses stretched out their necks and neighed, and galloped across the grassland with their manes fluttering. Our young hearts are stepping on the beat of the sun, swaying our personality.

Our youth has its own stubborn shape.

The purple lavender of Provence haunts me, the lotus flowers blooming in the water towns of the south of the Yangtze River make my heart dust-free, the lion lying at the foot of Mount Kilimanjaro makes me feel awe, and the herd of antelopes running in the Hoh Xil wilderness brings tears to my eyes. Life is always colorful, each life has its own shape, showing the colorful life to the world, and the different life brilliance is the most magical chapter of nature.

Haruki Murakami once said that our hearts are not stones. In fact, even hard stones have their own shapes. Li Bai generously said, "I am born to be useful", and he firmly believes that he is a useful stone, even a gem that will always shine the most dazzling brilliance.

Our life is full of countless possibilities, and taking a unique path of our own, even if it is bumpy, even if it is full of thorns, that is the charming life we should have. There is no peaceful pleasure, there is no prosperous country praised by historians, and Li Yu's pain of losing his country and breaking his family "just like a river flowing eastward" is also an inexhaustible poetic story. Losing the peaceful study life, losing the happiness of the chorus of the piano, Li Yi'an's melancholy and sorrow of "only frowning, but in the heart" is also a masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages.

Without the smoothness of his career and the opportunity to help the needy, Li Taibai's free and easy heroism of "Hu'er will exchange for fine wine and sell eternal sorrow with you" is also a permanent life landscape. Life should not be restricted, should not be restricted, every life should grow its own shape, bloom a brilliant flower.

Was it the wind from Qu Zi's clothes that moistened my eyes when he went down? Is it Du Fu's sorrow that "tears are splashed when I feel it, and I hate other birds and I am frightened" that infects me? Was it Gu Cheng's strength of "making all those who are accustomed to darkness accustomed to light" shake me?

When I see their outstanding souls dancing in the clear light, when I see the dancing souls taking on a different shape, I feel that my heart is also growing.

A touch of clear light was sprinkled, and Zhu Ziqing's emaciated figure was so resolute. Standing by the lotus pond under the moonlight, his heart was empty and soft, and his watery eyes in the moonlight could not be reminiscent of the resolute gaze when he took the lead in refusing to receive relief food? You're just yourself, you've grown into a stubborn shape, and you make me cry.

Life should be the flowers of a tree under the sun, the bright April day in the world, and the elves dancing in the wind. Every life has the language of every life, and every life has the wonder of every life!

We are God's children, and God wants our youth to grow into its own shape, dance lightly all the way, dance its own melody, and dance its own tree and flowers!

Youth, bloom in your own shape!

Life is small, like a grain of golden sand in the sea; Life is great, just like the tall pines on Mount Tai. Our parents gave us this beautiful thing of life, it is very precious, it belongs to us only once. We live in this world, and we encounter a lot of suffering.

Some people fall in the face of suffering, and some people easily give up their lives in the face of no suffering at all.

At one of the discussions, a well-known orator strode up to the podium, holding a bill in his hand. He faced the 200 people in the room and asked"Does anyone want that $20?

One by one, the hands were raised. He went on to say:"I'm going to give the $20 to one of you, but until then, allow me to do one thing.

He crumpled the bill and asked"Who wants more? "Hands were still raised.

And he said:"So, what if I did? "

He threw the bill to the ground, stepped on another foot, and stepped on it with his foot. Then he picked up the bill, which was dirty and crumpled.

Who wants it now? "Someone still raised their hands.

Reading this article, I had a deep sense that no matter what the orator did with that bill, people still wanted it because it wasn't dirty, wrinkled, and it was still worth $20. On the road of life, we will be struck down by failures or setbacks that we encounter countless times. However, we should believe that our lives, like the $20, will never lose their value, and we should cherish our lives as priceless treasures forever.

In school, we often see such a scene, in the corridor, several classmates are rampage, not caring about the classmates around them at all; In front of the railing, some students stood on tiptoe, and even climbed on the railing, looking down curiously; On the stairs, a classmate did not go downstairs, but sat on the handrail and slid down ......

Whenever I see such a scene, my heart beats like a little rabbit. Have these students ever thought about the consequences of such behavior? Once the classmates running in the corridor collide, they often have blue noses and swollen faces, and their heads are broken and bleeding; Once a classmate on the railing falls, the consequences are sad; If you slide down from the handrail, as long as you don't pay attention to it, you will fall, resulting in fractures and brain ......Human life is fragile, and once something happens to life, it will leave permanent scars; Once a healthy body is lost, it can never be recovered.

Our life is to cherish, to love, to love the family, to love the country, to love the world, and we must not give up our lives easily because of a little difficulty.

1. The courage of grass.

Spring is coming, everything is recovering, and in a flower bed in the community, tender green grass grows.

Every spring, the grass in that flower bed is always the first to grow, but because the grass is the first to grow, it can add a lot of difficulties to the grass.

Children passing by are generally attracted by the grass, and they stretch out their hands to pull it out, but they don't uproot it, and I was thinking: Alas, it's a pity that the grass, I didn't expect your life to be so short. Bye.

The next morning, I was shocked to see how important the life of the grass was to the grass with its roots and stems. On the third day, I came here again, and it was raining heavily, and I thought on the way: Ah, it's raining, and that little grass sprout can't withstand the pressure of the raindrops.

When I got there, to my surprise and surprise, the little grass straightened up and grew vigorously under the moisture of the rain, how tenacious it was!

This reminds me of a sentence in the text "The Courage of Flowers": My heart was shocked, and this shock made me understand what life means, which is courage!

Not 500 words!

Life is like a pencil written in pencil, which will eventually fade away, slowly disappear, and slowly approach death. I used to think that death was like a cloud in the night sky, vague and unreachable, and it was impossible to collide with me, so I was carefree and there was no cloud of sorrow in the sky, until death stole from me the people who loved me. I was a little anxious because I didn't know where she was hiding, and I couldn't find her.

Mom patted me on the head and said that she was dead, and that she had left us for Heaven.

What is death? "Death is when you are tired and tired after all the sufferings and joys of the world, so you lie down and rest, and no longer worry about everything in the world. "Mom spoke so naturally, serenely, without the slightest fear.

So how long is she going to die? "She will die forever and start a new life in Heaven. "What is the kingdom of heaven?

Mom said that Heaven is a place full of flowers and sweets, and the people of Heaven always have warm smiles, and they often hold hands and dance happily, and they are very happy. I think the kingdom of heaven must be like the kingdom in Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale, very beautiful and beautiful. So I longed for it.

As I grew older, I realized that death was not as harmonious and beautiful as my mother had said. What is death? I asked, but it was like a puzzle set by God, and anyone who knew the answer could never tell me.

But I know that if you die, whoever you are and you are about to go, you will never be able to come back to life and come back to earth. It's like a meteor falling and never returning to the vast universe, like a fish washed up on the beach by the wind and waves that can never return to the blue sea.

I couldn't find the answer, so I was afraid, I was afraid that time would run out little by little when I didn't notice it, I was afraid that I would fall into the swamp of death, sink slowly, over my feet, over my waist and abdomen, over my eyes, and finally disappear. I am afraid that in the long course of history, I am too small, too small to leave any trace of my existence. I'm afraid I'll be a firework that will burst into the night sky, disappearing into the darkness before it can bloom.

I'm not blind, so I don't realize the beauty of my eyes. In the same way, I have never died, and even if I am afraid of death, I have not truly appreciated the preciousness of life. My fear of death has never stopped, and sometimes because of fear, I force myself to forget about it, calm down, and live without care.

But when death is approaching, I will regret that I did not pay attention to enjoying the cycle of the seasons, the sunshine, the smells and smells, the feelings with people, even the feeling of the wind blowing on my face, and even the pleasant sound of water splashing.

I can't choose to escape, I can only face it, when life is still flowing in my blood, when time has not abandoned me, think about what I should do to live, maybe in the next second, I will lose this right forever. This is true: we need to love life, but we don't have to fear death.

Please explain whether it is the version of the people's religion or the version of the Soviet religion.

Fan Wen: Everyone has their own life, but have you ever thought that you love life? Have you ever wondered why you should love life? Have you ever thought about the importance of loving life?

Yes, I thought about it. That's because I saw a story called "My Father with a Broken Arm." Here's what the story is about:

My father had only one hand, and the state issued a disability certificate that allowed him not to pay agricultural taxes and public rations. But my father said: "Although the state has taken care of it, the disabled have to do their best to share the country's difficulties!"

Therefore, he insists on making the same payment as everyone every year, and he pays it early, ***. Last May, the weather was as hot as a fire. The wheat was ripe, and I was secretly worried, but my father said with confidence:

Harvest wheat today! When he arrived at the wheat field, his father cut with one hand with his legs and feet. Then pile the straw together with the tip of your toe and the heel of the other.

Near noon, my father was sweating from exhaustion. I thought: Father must be very thirsty.

So I secretly went home. When I brought the water back, I was shocked to learn that my father had already cut a lot of wheat. I went up and asked my father to drink saliva and cut again, but he said:

Drink it first, and then drink it when I've finished cutting the wheat. "This is my father with a broken arm.

That's the end of the story. Like me, have you seen the spirit of self-esteem, self-love, self-improvement and self-reliance in him, and the aspirations and wills of thousands of people with disabilities? But what I ended up seeing was not that, but the meaning ...... life