This is a touching essay, and what remains in my mind is the growing process of "I" knowing death: at first, "I" was an innocent little girl who had never experienced pain and could not forget the sad funeral scene for a long time; After "I" grew up, in more than 20 years, I witnessed the death of my three most beloved relatives, grandpa, grandma and mom. After more than ten years, I still have indelible pain in my heart. 19 years old, "I" also experienced death. I struggled for seven days and seven nights in the dark of life and death. Only after my resurrection did I realize that death means that I have no perception of the world, no love, no hate, no happiness, and of course no pain. Only from this point can we realize that love, joy and pain are so precious because they mark the existence of life. In these three processes, the understanding of death is closer to the author step by step, and the understanding is deepened step by step, which makes me sort out my life again and again.

In life, there are all kinds of lives. Knowing how to have life and cherish this small and short life is a happy and charming life. We should realize the smallness and humbleness of life: realize that even if it is small, it still has dignity, and even if it is humble, it is still equal.

Everyone's life is like a book, whether it is a beautifully printed deluxe edition or a paperback edition, it can only be printed once, that is to say, everyone's life is out of print.

Friends, let's try not to be discouraged because of failure, and don't give up because of setbacks. Let's enjoy life and let ourselves go!