Essay on Feeling Life About 400 words

The bright sun drives away the cold of winter, and all life is taking root and starting a new life.

The cottage can never imagine the splendor of spring. Step out of the hut and into the lap of nature, and you'll have a lot of feelings. Even if it's a patch of green grass, an unknown wildflower, I can feel the beauty of them.

In early spring, the breeze wakes up the sleeping creatures and allows them to grow quietly. They herald the arrival of spring.

Small shoots in the vicinity have sprouted again. The newly unearthed buds are so young and cute, and they don't attract any attention. In this young cuteness, there is an indelible tenacious vitality that cannot be ignored.

Spring is the beginning of the year, and that little bud is the beginning of life.

The small buds had just broken through the ground, still carrying the aroma of earth and a hint of hazy smell. But you'll really see it, a cute little life.

Love life, just like love spring, love small buds, because a bud is a life. Let us all become a bud, open the dusty heart, let the sunshine in, let the heart be green, let the heart bloom because life is beautiful.

Everyone has life, it is extremely ordinary, but it is full of fantasy.

Approaching life, you will feel its greatness. Let's embrace life and embrace a brilliant 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.

The perception of life.

Life is everywhere, everything that is alive has life, but what is life? I couldn't figure it out.

Last week, my classmates gave me a few white and fat silkworms, and I like them very much, and I hope that they will grow up quickly and lay eggs every day. After a few days, I didn't have enough mulberry leaves, but they hadn't formed cocoons yet, so on Friday afternoon, I simply left them at school. Two days later, I came to school and thought they were all dead, but I was shocked by what was really happening - they were all alive and well, but they had lost a little weight.

Seeing how tenacious they were, I couldn't help but put a lot of mulberry leaves on them.

There are many small grasses on the lawn in the park, and in the spring, their little heads poke out of the ground, and a large green patch is like a natural green carpet. But in the summer, it becomes a playground for many children, who play football, games, etc. As the children ran, the cute grass fell in clusters.

I thought they would never be able to stand up like guards again, but after ten minutes, a miracle happened! These lovely little grasses stood up crookedly, and they stubbornly puffed up their chests and arm-in-arms, and they stood more firmly and firmly.

There are often some ants in the grass that are crawling around in a hurry. Once, I dug a hole a few millimeters deep in the grass, caught a few more ants that were hurrying to and fro, put them into the pit, and before they had any time to escape, I filled the hole with earth, and pressed the hole with my hand a few times, and waited for joy. I thought:

Hum! See how you escape! After a while, the ants miraculously crawled out of the soil and left in a hurry, as usual, and my mouth opened wide in surprise.

Oh! I understood: life is a spirit of tenacity and perseverance!

Everyone has only one life, and how this precious life should be spent is rarely thought about in this way. But. The life of a butterfly makes me feel the most meaningful, its life, just like Ba Jin said:

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. "Butterflies are silently giving and leaving silently.

Once, I did such an experiment, to see how many days it went from a caterpillar to a butterfly, and after the experiment, there was only an experiment, but how much pollen could it spread in these ten days! So, I think butterflies are the bravest of the animals and the most beautiful of the animals I know.

From today, I want to learn the brave spirit of butterflies! At the same time, I also want to cherish time and love life. Because life and time are the most important, including my life and all lives, let us cherish life!

This is life, it belongs to me alone, I can use her well, or I can waste it in vain, everything is up to me, I must also be responsible for myself, although life is short, but it can make a limited life reflect infinite value!

Life, cherish life, this is also what we must do in life, in turn we must not endanger life, let alone destroy life.

Over here. I want to remind those people to love life, life is gone in a blink of an eye, so we must cherish and love life! I must be like a butterfly to spend my life in the glory and splendor! Can you give points?

Do your homework, kid.

It's not a good boy to ask someone else to do your homework for you when you're so old. If you can't write it, you can tell the teacher that you can't reach the realm of perceiving life, and you can ask the teacher to help you interpret the title. Tell the teacher honestly that a teacher with good educational quality and professional ethics will not scold you.

You can ask for help when you encounter difficulties, but you can't deceive yourself. I can think of coming to the Internet to find someone to do, I believe you are a smart child, I hope you can think it through.

I used to think that life was a game. From the time I was born, my destiny was already set, and no matter how hard I tried, I would always be a poor man's child, destined not to succeed in great things. It wasn't until I read the story of Yimihua that I truly realized the essence of life.

On the Gobi Desert in Africa, there is a small flower called "Yimi". Perhaps the gods were jealous of its beauty and deliberately kept it obscure and unnoticed, and many visitors thought it was just a grass. However, it understands that it has been telling itself:

I'm not grass, I'm going to bloom! So it struggled to thrust its skinny taproot into the depths of the earth, stubbornly searching for the pearl-like water of the desert, and then, little by little, accumulating nutrients. After five long years of accumulation, it will suddenly bloom into a beautiful flower in the early morning of the second year, an incomparably gorgeous flower, which seems to occupy all the colors of the world, and the petals in the shape of lotus leaves, each petal is its own color

The red petals are as dazzling as a raging flame, the white petals are like the crystal clear snow of the early morning in the mountain stream, the yellow is brilliant like the angel's shining blonde hair exposed in the sun, and the blue is like the most beautiful and beautiful sky, dwarfing any other flower in front of it. But this most beautiful moment is only a short 48 hours, and then it dies with the mother plant, and flowering means the end of life and withering.

The amorous poet may lament: "The water lingers in the depths of the troubled mountains, but it is a pity that a picturesque branch opens for whom?" Maybe if Yimi flower grows in the south of the Yangtze River, then its beauty can be maintained forever, but it grows in the barren desert, just as we can't choose the environment in which we grow up, but every life in the world has a brilliant time, which is the right given by the Creator to all things.

So I believe that as long as you work hard like Yimihua, even if you are in the quagmire, your only once life will be as brilliant as a rainbow after the rain.

I often wonder, what is life?

One morning, I was playing in the yard when I suddenly saw a little sparrow falling from a tree, I raised my foot and quietly walked towards the little sparrow, only to see it staring at me with its little eyes in panic. I saw that it was frightened and pitiful, so I picked it up in my warm little hand, and when it stood in the palm of my hand, it kept flapping its wings, and I thought, "Don't be afraid, bird, I won't hurt you."

I'm going to feed you. "But it eventually flew out of my palm. I stood there in a daze, and at that moment, I realized that life is to have the courage to run away, to live.

I planted another garlic seedling in a pot. Put it in a cold room, and within a few days, it actually sprouted and sprouted a small seedling. I didn't water it or take it out into the sun.

But it survived in a pot with no sunlight, no water, no nutrients, and it grew upwards unyieldingly. Even though it survived for a few days, it showed me the green of its life. I guess what is life?

To live is to live, and to live is to show tenacious vitality.

The dilapidated mill is inhabited by an industrious spider. It was making nets all day, and that day, the wind was very strong, and a gust of wind blew its nets apart. So it went to weave, and as soon as it was finished, it was hit by a hole in the hateful black bee.

And so it does the same thing tirelessly, repeatedly. Weaving nets, weaving nets, weaving nets, .......It's finally put together a whole net.

I wonder what is life? Life is constantly flying in the blue sky, life is living, life is labor. However, any life is limited, so how can we make life meaningful?

The sun is like a child in his early years, blushing and peeking at something. "Get up, little lazy worm, follow me to the vegetable patch and get rid of the weeds. Mom was telling me to get up, "Hurry up, or the butterflies will fly away."

After a while, my mother and I came to the vegetable garden with hoes. As far as the eye can see, there is a golden yellow, and I am fascinated by the flowers and butterflies that rise and fall. I ran around among the cauliflowers, like a princess of these flowers, completely forgetting that I had come to the vegetable field with my mother to hoe weeds.

My mother weeded among the flowers, and saw the hoe sometimes rising and sometimes falling; From time to time he looked up at me, as if he was afraid that I would run into the vegetable garden and not find me. I scurried in and out of the flowers, reaching out my chubby little hands to catch those beautiful butterflies.

Woohoo, I've got it, I've got it. I pinched the butterfly tightly and ran up and down to my mother: "Mom, I caught it, I caught it."

Mom said, "Let go of your hand and let me see what you've caught." I opened my little hand easily, but there was a dying butterfly with broken wings.

I was stunned, I didn't know how this could happen, and tears couldn't help but fall. Mom hurriedly said, "Don't cry, don't cry, don't catch butterflies like this in the future."

Let them live and fly freely, and you can play with them every day. Do you understand? I nodded.

While wiping the tears oozing from the yellow pollen on my face, I raised my head and looked at the butterflies flying on the cauliflower, thinking about the butterfly that I pinched to death, I felt that life seemed so short, so fragile, so small. But if I could cherish its life and care for it and the lives of other animals like it, then our lives would be much better.