Appreciating life essays, essays about life

The swan song of life.

When Doctor Sanlu hugged the stone and embraced the river, when the blood of the overlord of Western Chu killed himself stained the whole sunset, when Prometheus was pecked by the giant eagle naked, when Laocoon twisted his body and still wanted to defend his son, there were bursts of sorrow in the sad wind of history, but the end of their lives was so loud and powerful, and they still knocked on people's hearts for thousands of years, ** out of the swan song of life that will never be low!

My eyes were fixed on the cover of a book, on which golden sunflowers were blooming wantonly, splashing a patch of golden sunshine and hope without hesitation. The title of the book stood out to me: "Death Diary".

Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers; So, what about death? Can it be so vibrant that the branches and leaves of hope can still grow uncompromising and unrestrained? Why not, Lu Youqing was calm.

As a result, I learned that the end of life is not always as desolate as the grass, at least as silent and beautiful as autumn leaves. Even if the gorgeous leaves gradually wither, you can still dance your own dance in the way of flying, and play a swan song of life.

My eyes were fixed on a screen. An American soldier is about to be executed by the Nazis, but the smile on his face is still as bright as the winter sun that illuminates the dark hearts of everyone. He held two fingers high and made a "V" gesture to signal to the crowd that hope and sunshine were still there.

The executioner brutally chopped off his fingers, but he straightened his arm, and my eyes turned to the sky, and a big "V" pointed straight into the sky, like wings flying, carrying endless hope. Then I realized that the end of life can be so moving: silent but shocking!

My gaze stayed on the shore of the lake of history, the murmuring of the water, and the cranes. The wind of history was hunting, and I heard a loud voice: "When you are old and strong, would you rather move the heart of the white head?"

Poor and strong, do not fall into the ambition of the clouds. An old man's voice came faintly from a distance: "The old man is in waiting, and his ambition is thousands of miles!"

Then I learned that the swan song of life should be as high-pitched and powerful as a leopard's tail, like the tenor of Pavarotti that makes the birds wander for it, and the strong man weeps when he hears it.

Well, the end of a leopard's tail should be accompanied by the appearance of a crested head, no, it should be a group. A swan song of life knocks on people's hearts, how many people will follow the thunderous roar, but in this piece of shouting, I see that countless people are growing, countless dreams are no longer out of reach, a giant dragon is rising, flapping its wings to fly, and a nation behind it is accelerating.

Footprints of life.

Life is precious, and different lives have different lifespans, so no matter what life, it is worth our attention, and we are fortunate to see the footprints of a life.

One day in February, my mother brought me a packet of silkworm eggs, and I put them on a piece of paper and looked at them carefully, how weak they were: black, round, like "moldy" millet grains. I looked at this weak life, and my heart was a little worried:

Can I feed them? I carefully put them in a warm and comfortable cardboard box, pricked many small "vents" with needles on the lid of the box, and then I patiently waited for these little creatures to come out.

More than 20 days have passed, and the silkworm babies finally came out, one by one like small black threads, slowly squirming. Yes! What a cute little life! I fed them a little nibble, and they lay on top of the nibble and ate with relish.

After another half a month, the silkworm baby has grown a lot, and it is already as long as a little thumb. In this long process, although many silkworm babies "died" due to "poisoning", many more silkworm babies survived tenaciously.

These silkworm babies with tenacious vitality began to spin silk, and after they each chose their own corner, they spit out the silk one by one and wrapped it around themselves, gradually forming an oval. I waited quietly for them to emerge from their cocoons.

A few days passed, and the silkworm babies stayed inside without making a sound, and I wondered if they were starving to death inside? I listened, and there was no sound; I shook it, but there was no movement. I'm a little worried, will these delicate beings be able to get through this?

One morning, I felt something moving inside the silkworm box, and I immediately ran over to look at it, and I noticed that the top of a silkworm cocoon was a little concave, and then a little bit lower, and after a while, a small hole appeared, and the silkworm moth struggled to push out with its head, and again and again struggled to rush out with all its might. I really wanted to help it tear open the cocoon, but I was worried that it would hurt it, so I could only watch its "pain" and "stand by". Finally, after a long struggle, it finally came out of the cocoon, and it flapped its wings slightly.

Yes! This fragile baby silkworm has evolved into a beautiful silkworm moth through a long period of growth and tenacious training, and its life may be very inconspicuous, perhaps very short, but it has left its own unique footprints of life.

And this time I was able to fully witness the footprints of the silkworm baby's life, which gave me a new understanding of the beauty of life. Each of us should pay attention to the ordinary life around us and discover the beauty in it.

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

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. "And how long is she going to die? "She will die forever and start a new life in Heaven.

What kind of place 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 up 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 statement is very true:

We need to love life, but we don't have to fear death.