Examples of not cherishing life

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[Idea Analysis]

No matter who you are, as long as you go to the crematorium, his soul will definitely undergo a baptism of life and death. . A slogan like this hangs at the entrance of a crematorium: "Yesterday, I was just like you"; and a slogan like this hangs at the exit: "Tomorrow, you will be just like me"! It’s not just mind-blowing, it’s simply thrilling! These two slogans reveal an indisputable fact: the sage is helpless even if he dies once through the ages. It seems that the basic characteristic of death is "treating all people equally". Anyone with thoughts and emotions, facing this situation, how can they not sigh loudly: "I have never seen the ancients (living) before, and I will never see the coming ones (eternal life), thinking about the long journey of heaven and earth, and crying with sadness!"

(2) "If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return." What does Li Bai want to say here? He wanted to talk about the "unrepeatability" of life. That is to say, as the ancient Yuefu said: "When hundreds of rivers flow from the east to the sea, when will they return to the west?" Once life is lost, it cannot come back! This is another indisputable fact: for everyone, life is "only once".

(3) The third characteristic of life is: fleetingness. Li Bai also described the shortness of life: "Don't you see that the mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and the morning is like blue silk and the evening is like snow." Life only lasts between day and night! However, this is not realistic enough or vivid enough. Only what Zhuangzi said is moving enough: "Life is like a white colt passing through a gap, all of a sudden." A white colt, a white horse, or a sunbeam, all move very fast; What if the time of a small gap is so fast and short?

(4) The terrorist attacks on September 11, 2011 in the United States have once again reminded us of the fragility of life. Which person's life is not full of disasters? How many natural and man-made disasters are there that we cannot predict? Those white-collar workers who proudly sit in their offices in the Twin Towers of New York could have imagined that suddenly a plane would crash into them, and thousands of people would die in the blink of an eye. They would not even have time to say a word, and they would be gone forever. Enough of this world. From this point of view, how can we not cherish our fleeting, once-only fragile life as a treasure?

Our Chinese nation has a tradition of cherishing life since ancient times: all people with lofty ideals and benevolent people "cheap a piece of jade but value an inch of shade." However, they both value time, but their contents are quite different: one is to enjoy time and enjoy time; the other is to study in time and start a business in time. The former is like: "Life is less than a hundred years old, and I always worry about a thousand years. The days are short and the nights are long, why not travel by candlelight?" ("Nineteen Ancient Poems") Another example is: "Heaven and earth are the reverse journey of all things; time is the passerby of hundreds of generations." And life is like a dream, how much joy can there be? The ancients held candles and walked at night, which is good." (Li Bai) Today's people are not far behind: There is a song: "Hurry up and take a ride with me, there are only a few minutes of youth left." "Go for a cool walk", "Have fun and you'll die" - it's simply the final craziness!

The latter is like: "If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be sad." (Han Yuefu Folk Song) Another example is: "The prime of life does not come, and it is difficult to wake up in the morning. We should encourage you in time. Time waits for no one." "(Tao Yuanming) Of course, the most generous and tragic person is Cao Cao: "Singing to wine, life is just like the morning dew, and the days are full of hardships. How can you be generous and unforgettable, only Du Kang... The mountain never gets too high, the water never gets too deep, the Duke of Zhou feeds him, and the world returns to his heart.” In fact, what is expressed here is still the ambition of the great statesman, “the old man is always ambitious, and the martyr is still ambitious in his old age.”

[Problem-solving process]

Facing the poetic sunset, we often sigh: The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk. Yes, although the sunset is about to set, there is always some lingering sunshine nestling on our bodies.

This world is so beautiful, who can bear to leave? The sun sets in the west and there is still a chance of rising in the east, but life... life is not much in the first place. People only have one time for themselves, so what reason is there not to live well?

I remember an elder once compared the life of ordinary people to a sugar cane: the first twenty-five years of life are spent on ignorance and seeking knowledge. At the beginning of life, the foundation is laid. This period of time is like sugar cane. The tail section always has a slight astringent taste and does not have much chewing appeal. After the age of fifty, people's energy begins to weaken. People in this age group are like the root of sugar cane, with rough skin and roots, and not very attractive to chew. People between the ages of twenty-five and fifty are like the middle section of sugar cane, full of moisture, sweet and refreshing, and fascinating. Of course, if you don't pay attention to epidemic prevention and are accidentally bitten by the two bugs of "family" or "career" and drill a small hole, then there will be very little sugar cane left after being cut off at two 45-degree angles. Therefore, there are not too many truly dynamic scenes in a few decades of life, so what can make us not treat life calmly?

I also remember that during a recruitment interview, a girl in her early twenties submitted an article about her experience. After reading it carefully, I was shocked by the facts she told. She described a real scene when she was an intern in the hospital: In the ward she was looking after, there was a young girl who was talking and laughing two hours ago. She was so lively and full of life, but just two hours later she died. During the doctor's rescue, he wandered and struggled in front of the door of life and death every minute and second, and finally the chatter disappeared. She said that at that moment she was frightened and petrified. Life that was so strong in her imagination was actually so fragile, just like the ashes on a cigarette butt that could not withstand a gentle blow or shock. What else in life could be better than death? What's even scarier?

In this world, the life of most people is like that little flower. No one knows how it grows, and no one cares when it wilts, even when it is in full bloom. Looking at the most beautiful moment in life, not too many eyes will stay on it. It just quietly presents its beauty, no matter it is day or night, drought or rain. In this colorful season, with its simple but persistent, short but passionate state of existence, it confesses to the world that has been kind to it: the sun and rain and dew have given it the same gift as other lives, and there is no reason for it not to live its best. Living is an arrangement of God.

Everything in real life makes us feel joy or sadness from time to time. The vast majority of people are running for that piece of "bread", but in different ways. Some use their power to bend the law and engage in dark transactions; some seek money unscrupulously and are shameless; some do not hesitate to spend a lot of money to make a living; some leave their homes and beg along the way just for a meal; some face the scorching sun, loess, and dirt in order to survive. Working hard all day long... As long as there is no end to the road of individual life, people seem to be walking like this.

The life of a child has just begun and is full of hope. The old people have reached their twilight years and have experienced everything they need to experience. The person who is smiling may still be smiling, and the person who is crying may still be crying. After many experiences in the past, they seem to be nothing but trivial things now. Even if you have a rich family, you only have three meals a day; even if you have a thousand square apartments, your bed is only three feet tall. Even if it is a friend or a lover, it is the fate of "a hundred years of cultivation to cross the same boat, a thousand years of cultivation to sleep on the same pillow", all of which should be cherished.

Human life seems to be like this. A touch of joy and a deep sadness can be so discordant and inseparable that they are entangled together. Sometimes, there is only full of sadness, and every step is painful. The ground is twitching, there is no hope, no luxury, but we still have to go, whether you want it or not. In this case, let us face it calmly with a normal mentality and live every day well