Please choose an object and express your thoughts on the meaning of life in 600 words

The Creator created life and brought life to the world. Life has multiplied in the long river of history and bloomed with brilliant brilliance. Life is born to be wonderful.

Seneca said, "Life is like a fable, its value is not in its length, but in its content." "Only when life shines brightly can it not be degraded by the meaning of life.

In the long course of history, countless heroes and martyrs have made choices between life and death in order to make life wonderful. Qu Yuan threw himself into the river of tears in order to make his life wonderful; A generation of heroes Jing Ke, for the sake of the wonderfulness of life, chanted "The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return" and sprinkled blood in Xianyang Palace; Wen Tianxiang, who has been famous for centuries with the swan song of "Who has not died since ancient times, leaving Dan to take care of the sweat and Qing", lay down under the big knife of the Mongolians for the sake of the excitement of life; Qiu Jin, the female envoy of Jianhu who is "diligent and cherished with blue blood", died under the knife of the Qing dog for the sake of the excitement of life. Countless heroic sons and daughters, unwilling to be ordinary, sacrifice their lives for righteousness, so that life blooms with dazzling light.

Life needs to be wonderful, and wonder burns the brilliance of life.

Pasteur said: "Life is true only when it is in the most dangerous environment". The grass grows in the rubble, and it shows the wonder of its life; The pine stands on the cliff, only to show the wonder of its life; It is only when the camel runs in the desert that it shows the wonder of its life.

Only wonderful life can be immortalized in the universe.

Life will be wonderful when it is meaningful, and a wonderful life will be meaningful.

Van Gogh's life was integrated with sunflowers, leaving the essence of art to mankind, and his life was wonderful; Beethoven's life was dedicated to **, awakening mankind with the song of life, and his life was also wonderful; Marx dedicated his life to the cause of communism, and his life was wonderful; Kong Fansen dedicated his life to the people of Lankao, and his life was equally wonderful ......Ba Jin said: "A cold and lonely life is better than a vigorous death." If life is not meaningful, then end it as soon as possible".

The grass dedicates green to spring and makes its life wonderful; The clear spring, which flows its sweetness into the heart of the thirsty, makes its life wonderful; The red sun, which transmits its warmth to the bitter cold of winter, makes its life wonderful.

Flowers bloom not to wither, but to bear fruit, and the result is not to end, but to regenerate. The same is true of life!

Make life exciting!

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 them, the disabled have to share the country's difficulties to the best of their ability!

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 made up 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 see in the end is not these, but the meaning of life.

A summer lotus that grows out of the mud blooms into flowers as white and pure as snow.

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