An essay on loving life around you, an essay on loving life

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.

Are you in the 41st class of Jiande Experimental Primary School?

It is often said, "Life is fragile and short." "But in the remnant winter of this year, when the spring breeze has not yet melted away, a group of small fish swimming around outside the river gave me a new interpretation and understanding of life.

Once, my dad and I went fishing in the river, and we got ready and picked up the rod to fish.

After half an hour, there were no fish on the fish, and I was a little impatient. Just as I was about to give up, the rod shook and my dad said to me, "There's a fish on the hook."

I pulled the rod and pulled it with all my might, only to see the fish shaking its big tail, holding a pair of shark fins, pulling back, the fish's mouth was already bleeding, and the blood stained its mouth red, but it continued to struggle, swinging its big tail vigorously, my heart was shocked, and I suddenly felt a life force leaping on my fishing rod. Suddenly, with a "bang", the line broke, and the fish fled with injuries. I don't know whether I'm excited or disappointed.

After another half an hour, the rod began to tremble again, and I immediately picked up the rod and pulled it back. Because it was a small fish this time, I caught it without much effort. I see such a small fish, so let's feed it to the cat!

I thought the fish was going to die, but it continued to struggle, flapping its wings and flapping its little tail, and jumping around on the ground as if it didn't want to be eaten. The fish's desire to survive moved me, and I couldn't help but let it go.

At this moment, there seemed to be a picture of the fish surviving in front of my eyes, and the determination of the fish to live. The happy expression of the fish after it escaped. Yu would rather die than give in that brave spirit.

Yes! I lamented how much fish love their lives, and we should love life as much as fish.

Stories of love for life.

One afternoon, I was watering the flowers on the balcony as usual. When I finished watering the last pot of peach blossoms, I seemed to see something moving in the soil. If you look closely, it turns out to be a swarm of ants. I poured it, sinking them all into the sticky, wet mud, and they were struggling hard.

But some ants were on the dirt near the edge of the pot and were not in danger. I thought they would flee before danger came, but they did something that surprised me. They cautiously moved towards the wet dirt.

It turned out that they wanted to get out of the mire of their companions. One, two, three - one by one the distressed were rescued.

After the ants escaped, they kept wiggling their tentacles, as if they were transmitting messages to each other. After a while, the ants were probably sure that the rescue was complete, and only one of them left in an orderly manner.

Just as I was relieved and about to leave, I suddenly made a new discovery: there were still two small ants in the flower pot.

What is it about moving dirt? At first glance, it turned out that there were still a pair of tentacles swinging in the wet mud, and two more.

The ants moved and moved, and they didn't let their bodies under the tentacles be exposed for a long time. I complained to myself: If it weren't for me, how could these ants be stuck in the dirt and unable to move.

I wanted to use my fingers to help the two ants dig out the little friend who was buried in the dirt, but when I thought about it, it was so small, and if I dug it with my fingers, I might hurt it, and maybe lose my life. I thought about it and suddenly thought of a toothpick, yes! The toothpick is so thin, as long as you are careful, you will definitely not hurt the little ants in distress.

I went into my room and went looking for a toothpick. But when I walked back to the flower pot again, I was surprised to find that the little ant in distress had escaped from the predicament and had managed to come out.

The rescued little ant waved its tentacles and followed the two "life-saving benefactors" slowly towards the flower pot.

My heart warmed all at once, and I was shocked by the unity, bravery, wisdom and never-give-up spirit of the little ants in the midst of the danger of their companions.

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.

The Last Song In the park in the early morning, a boy with cancer sings softly, he sings about life. Although he didn't have much time left, he didn't feel inferior, he didn't believe in eternity in the world. He believes that nothing is eternal, and so is life.

People always have to die! "He often comforts himself. At the other end of the park, there is a girl dancing gracefully, like the falling peach blossoms behind her.

On this day, the boy was bored wandering around. Suddenly he smelled the scent of flowers, which drew him to a peach blossom tree, and to see the girl—she was dancing. The boy didn't interrupt her, and waited quietly for her to finish the jump.

You dance so well, like a peach blossom behind you. "Thank you! The girl looked up shyly and said.

At this time, the boy saw her face clearly: a beautiful face with two godless eyes. The boy was taken aback:

Are you a blind girl? As soon as he said this, the boy regretted it, and he knew that he had said something that he should not have said. "Oh......Sorry, I didn't mean to.

It's okay. "The girl seemed to be at ease. ......And just like that, they got to know each other.

They met at sunset, with boys singing and girls dancing. …It was like this for a long time, until that day. "Peach blossoms are so beautiful, just like you.

The boy said inadvertently. "It's a pity I can't see it. The girl bowed her head as she spoke.

I'm sorry. The boy's heart ached, and he knew that he had stabbed the girl's heart again, even though she didn't care. A strong desire rose from the boy'...... heartAfter a few days, the girl excitedly told the boy that someone was willing to give her eyes, and she would see the light and see this beautiful world of flowers.

The boy smiled heartily. The girl knew that the pair of eyes was given by the boy. …The twilight of the day seems to have come earlier, and the boy said a lot to the girl:

I didn't believe in eternity at the time, but I now understand that there is eternity in the world, and that is friendship. I'm leaving, never coming back, and I'll cherish our friendship forever. The girl cried.

After saying that, the boy sang the last song of his life, and the girl still danced for him, but ...... with a string of tearsHe still left, walked so easily, without regrets, he dedicated the last song of his life to her, and he had no regrets. The girl's surgery was successful, and she saw everything and knew the truth. She came to the park, and it was strange that this year's peach blossoms did not bloom.