Write an essay on the topic of The Most Fragile Child .

The fragility of life.

How many innocent lives will be lost in a war!

How many innocent lives will be taken by a **** event!

How many innocent lives can be claimed in a single traffic accident!

How many innocent lives can be claimed by a production safety accident!

One ......- Life is so fragile!

There are too many uncontrollable factors in life that endanger our lives, natural disasters, man-made disasters, and diseases may take our lives, but what can we do in the face of death! We are always in fear of death! It's a pity that sometimes when a person's life is lost, there is no time to fear!

- Life is so fragile!

A childhood friend threw himself into the arms of the sea forever when he went out to swim in the sea and became the son of the sea! His vigorous and energetic young life is gone, more than ten years of hard study, the hard work of his parents, and his talent have not had time to repay the society, so he goes! The beautiful life that is about to start is gone with the sea breeze!

What else can people do but mourn!

- Life is so fragile!

Coincidentally, a classmate was also killed by an electric tiger during an electrical work! Electricity has brought earth-shaking changes to human beings and made great contributions to human development, and in the same way, it can also take human lives.

A relative who hadn't seen him for many years was in the hospital when they met, he was terminally ill and passed away in a few days!

Living beings are gone so easily!

In the face of the unknowability of life, we are always so confused!

When a fresh life falls to the ground, the loud cry indicates that the future life is full of hope, and we have to sigh the beauty of life! But when a person has experienced too much, when the vicissitudes of life quietly creep up to the face and hair, we feel sorry for life! What is the meaning of life?

What about the rich? What about being poor all your life? What about big fish and meat, mountain and sea delicacies every day? What about coarse tea and light rice every day, green vegetables and white porridge?

Ask the heavens and the earth, human life is just a drop in the ocean, so small that it can't be smaller! A wise man said: People come and go naked, but in fact, the whole meaning of human life lies in the process!

Only the process is the most real, and the process of life is the process of life being pushed little by little! Human life, old age, sickness and death are only a small point in the process of life, so we should not mourn the fragility of life, we only really face every day, let every day be full, when we look back at the end of life, we will smile and say: "Life is so colorful."

Or, when our lives are suddenly "gone", we will leave a bright color in our lives!

Therefore, cherishing "today" and living "today" well is the whole meaning of our life!

leaves, silently withered. Slowly falling to the ground, it triggered my infinite thoughts......

The sky was drizzling. I was in a hurry and forgot to bring an umbrella. Uncle, will you still bring me an umbrella?

In the drizzle, I seemed to see a man, holding an umbrella, slowly walking towards me. Uncle, is that you? I knew you'd send me an umbrella, right?

No, ......"I don't know if it's a voice from the **, maybe it's from the bottom of my heart! I'll never forget ......

On that day, the sky was gray. It's as if everything is a sign of misfortune! I silently read it in my heart.

Uncle, you have to get better, you have to get better......"The door to the operating room finally opened, and the doctor in white told us the bad news that my uncle had left ......"Left, left ......I muttered to myself repeatedly. I can't accept this fact. Fate, it's too cruel......

That very day, I cried ......How I wish it was just a dream, and when I woke up, everything was fine, and my uncle was ......

Facts are facts, fate is destiny, and people can't change anything. Uncle left our ...... completely

I feel how small man is, and I have to bow my head and accept the cruel truth in the face of nature.

Alas! What should be gone will always be gone.

Life is fragile, and because it is fragile, we should be even stronger!

In the summer, there is always a familiar old song in my ears - yes, it is the cicadas singing. In such a hot summer, listening to these noisy sounds will inevitably make people more irritable. But my mother said that this is the swan song of cicada's life and should be tolerated.

Yes, the life of the cicada is short and fragile, but it is only ninety days. But during this period, they performed the chapter of life with their singing voices. Although the life of a cicada is short, it is also a lifetime.

Its life was full of hardships, dangers, and struggles. In this process, they sang loudly for their lives, and it took a few years to get only three months. During these ninety days, they go through the journey of life from childhood to twilight.

Thinking of this, I remembered Fabre's "Insects" that I had read before, which introduced the cicada: four years of hard work in the ground, a few months of happiness in the sun—this is the life of the cicada. So don't blame the cicada's fanaticism, just let it sing to its heart's content!

Summer is about to pass, and it sends off summer with the swan song of life, and also sends away the hottest season of life. Yes, how fragile the life of cicadas is, but they are still strong and alive, even if the time is short, and their lives are fleeting! If you think about it, aren't people the same?

Although human beings have a history of 3 million years, it is only a few decades for each individual. How short is a few decades, why can't we live as strong as the cicadas? Why can't you be like a cicada and sing the chapter of life with the enthusiasm of your whole body?

Summer has passed, and so has the life of the cicada. The weather is getting cooler, and walking on the country road, the chill in your face is refreshing - but, needless to say, with it comes ......Dreariness! Yes, the yellowing leaves swirled and fluttered in front of us under the blow of the merciless autumn wind, and finally sighed lightly and laid out a thick carpet.

I can't bear to lift my feet and trample on them, nor can I bury every fallen autumn leaf into the dirt like Daiyu's burial flowers; I could only watch as its life ended. I finally realized the sad mood of the ancient poets in the face of this twilight autumn season. It's really touching the scene!

My heart also seemed to feel a little cold, as if I was attending a tragic funeral. I was full of emotion: how fragile life is!

Just when I was sad, a picture suddenly flashed in my mind - yes, it's spring! Autumn leaves, these children of God's nature, did not give up easily, let alone end their mission, they are withering now for the next year's spring grass to flourish. "Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers."

They are so strong in their fragile lives, why shouldn't we be moved by them? Yes, fallen leaves can be so strong, why can't we humans do it?

Life is fragile, but because of its fragility, we should be stronger.