Love of life story 350 words, essay about love of life about 350 words

The power of seeds.

There is such a story.

Someone asked: What is the most powerful thing in the world? There are many differences, some say elephants, some say lions, and some jokingly say that it is King Kong. How much strength King Kong has, of course, everyone doesn't know.

As a result, all these answers are completely wrong, and the most powerful thing in the world is the seeds of plants. The power that a seed can manifest is simply beyond all else.

The human skull is very densely bonded and strong. Physiologists and anatomists tried everything to separate it completely, without success. Later, someone suddenly invented a method, which is to put the seeds of some plants in the skull to be dissected, and give temperature and humidity to make the seeds germinate.

As soon as they sprouted, these seeds parted with terrible force the bones that could not be separated by any mechanical force. Plant seeds are so powerful.

This may be a little special and not easy for ordinary people to understand. So, have you ever seen a small grass spawned under rubble and rocks? In order to yearn for the sunshine and to fulfill its will to live, no matter how heavy the stones on it are and how narrow the stones are between them, it will always twist and turn, but it will be tenacious and unyielding to penetrate the ground.

Its roots dig into the soil, its buds push upwards, a force majeure that prevents its rocks from being overturned by it. The power of a seed is so great.

No one calls Xiaocao a Hercules, but its power is indeed incomparable. This force is a life force that is invisible to ordinary people. As long as life exists, this power will be revealed, and the stones above it are not enough to stop it, because this is a force of "long-term resistance", elastic, a force that can bend and stretch, a force that is resilient, and does not achieve its goal.

If it does not fall in the fertile soil but in the rubble, the seed of life will never be pessimistic and sigh, and it believes that there is resistance to tempering. The grass that comes with fighting spirit at the beginning of life is the tough grass, and only this grass can sneer at the potted flowers raised in the glass shed.

Zhong Nanshan: A scientist at the forefront of the fight against Africa.

Zhong Nanshan, 66 years old this year, has the wisdom and fortitude of a Chinese intellectual. Speaking of him, almost everyone in Guangdong knows about him.

Zhong Nanshan, who came from a medical family, is the first academician of the Chinese Academy of Engineering in Guangdong's medical and health circles, and is unique in the diagnosis and treatment of respiratory diseases, especially chronic bronchitis and asthma.

The sudden onset of SARS pushed Zhong Nanshan to the forefront of a major war. "What is the meaning of medical ethics? I think it's mainly about 'finding ways to treat patients well'. Zhong Nanshan interprets his profession so calmly.

Zhong Nanshan, who was born in a medical family, is a respiratory disease expert who has repeatedly created medical miracles. As the director of the Institute of Respiratory Diseases of the First Affiliated Hospital of Guangzhou Medical College, Zhong Nanshan and his colleagues rushed to the forefront of treating SARS patients.

History will not forget the selfless, fearless and courageous soldiers in white who fought and dedicated themselves to the prevention and treatment of SARS, and will not forget Zhong Nanshan, an outstanding representative of China's medical community and a scientist at the forefront of the fight against SARS.

Zhong Nanshan once said: Our Institute of Respiratory Disease is like a 'mine-clearing class', when encountering the 'minefield' of SARS, you don't 'mine-sweep' who 'sweeps mines'?

Bi Shumin: A female writer who went deep into the front line of SARS.

A SARS epidemic, all the people are soldiers. Some well-known writers were shocked by the heroes and touching deeds that emerged in the fight against SARS, and inspired by the great national spirit displayed in the fight against SARS. The famous female writer Bi Shumin also threw herself into this battle, and on the afternoon of May 24, she went to You'an Hospital, a designated hospital for the treatment of SARS in Beijing, --- for the first interview.

Few people know that Bi Shumin has practiced medicine for more than 20 years and studied psychology. As both a writer and a doctor, I have been busy working in my own psychological clinic since May this year. In addition to her daily life and writing, Bi Shumin is also doing what she thinks is the most important thing right now:

She went to work in her psychological clinic to give psychological guidance to people who were caught in the SARS panic and help people get out of all kinds of psychological struggles. During the "SARS" period, her clinic was always open, and countless ** came in every day, and some people wore masks to come to the door and asked for face-to-face psychology**.

Bi Shumin once said: SARS makes us suddenly realize that we are all facing the same danger. When you pay attention to others, you are actually caring for yourself, which is the most basic human conscience.

My neighbor had a boy named Bobo who had cerebral palsy since he was a child. The symptoms of this disease are very alarming, because of the loss of balance in the limbs, the hands and feet will often move, the mouth will often mutter, the mouth will often mumble indistinct words, the appearance is very strange and ugly, and his legs are inconvenient to walk. Based on his condition, doctors determined that he would not live to be 6 years old.

In the eyes of ordinary people, he has lost his normal living conditions, let alone any future and happiness. But his parents sought medical treatment everywhere, but he survived strongly, and with tenacious will and perseverance, he learned a good trade and won the praise of the whole village. He relied on his craft to express his emotions.

Knitted a lot of life tools for the villagers. At a village member meeting, a teenager rashly asked: "Bobo, you have been like this since you were a child, what do you think of yourself?"

Have you ever held a grudge? Everyone present secretly blamed the student for being disrespectful, but Bobo was not unhappy at all, and he concluded with one sentence: I only look at what I have, not what I don't have, as long as I can live in the world, I can give my family and people around me a little help, I will live strongly!

My spirit has a name called

The meaning of life.

One question that often bothers me: What is the meaning of life?

In the afternoon, I took a walk in the park. A small bird in a flock caught my eye. It flapped its wings and stumbled after the birds.

It's obviously a newborn bird For some reason, the flock of birds has to migrate so that this weak life has just come into this world, and it has to learn to fly It flies slower and slower, and falls headlong to the ground After a while, the flock of birds is getting farther and farther away from it, and at this time, the bird's wings seem to be injured, and it can't fly, but it struggles, and it tries to stir its wings, and finally a strong desire to survive makes it jump into the air and fly into the blue sky again

In the crevice of the rock, a small flower grows like a trace. What a strong vitality! It has experienced the scorching sun, the biting cold, and the ups and downs. But it is still strong and thriving.

Another time, I saw a neighbor's cat catching a female mouse. The mother rat managed to crawl to the hole and give the baby food to eat. But he was caught by a cat.

It struggled desperately, and the desire to live made it break free"Grim Reaper"of poisonous claws. It struggled to escape, the cat chased after it, and the mother mouse ran to the corner, and suddenly, it made a sharp turn and jumped out of the wall. The cat slammed headfirst into the wall.

The mother mouse dragged her scarred body back into the hole.

Although life is short, as long as we work hard and cross the difficult journey of life We can make our limited life reflect infinite value Now, I finally understand that the meaning of life is to contribute, to give, to cherish Never give up life in a momentary helplessness Therefore, I made up my mind that I must cherish life, never waste it in vain, and make myself live more glorious and powerful

Throughout my life, I have always maintained the belief that the meaning of life is to give, to give, not to receive, and not to strive for.

Indeed, as the great writer said, the meaning of life is to give and give, not to receive and to strive for. But we also have to love life and cherish life, which is what we must do in life. For example, a mosquito or a fly has a very short life, but when we try to slap them to death with our hands, they fly away.

I think they love life very much, and although their life is very short, it does not have the psychological thought of not wanting to live, but cherishes life. Let's think about it, a fly and a mosquito can love life so much, but what about us?

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.

Here, I want to remind those people that love life, life is like time, it is gone in a blink of an eye, so we should cherish life, cherish time, love life and study!

There is only one life, and the flower of time will never be reborn.

Not bad, I enjoyed this essay very much.

Sister Lulu considered a few cheers, and thought about deducting me.