Life is accidental and death is inevitable. Life and death are nothing but cheers and shouts. So, what about life between life and death?

I asked, "Are you happy?" "Happiness? I am still far from becoming a millionaire! " Someone answered. As a result, in their eyes, life has become a jumping screen in the stock market, delicious food on the table, luxury villas and luxury cars.

Open the newspaper: flood, terminal illness, tyranny, murder ... a life full of struggle.

"Have you ever thought that you will lose your life one day?" "Well, so busy, who has a dream!" Yes, we are too busy. Colorful society and ever-changing information, we are busy studying, working, researching, eating, drinking and having fun ... because we are very busy, some people forget their lives.

What is life like?

Some people say that life is born with ignorance, innocence of teenagers, vigor of youth, steadiness of middle age and cynicism of old age.

Some people say that life is a combination of mother's kindness, father's sternness, lover's gentleness and friend's concern.

Some people say that life is a sunset, pine and cypress stand on the precipice, autumn geese fall in Pingsha, Wan Li, Chun Xue in March, and the solitary moon falls.

I am a woman, and since ancient times, a woman's life seems particularly despicable. I might as well say that a woman's life is a round fan that is lightly danced by the story of losing Xin, a yellow sand filled by Zhao Jun, a white silk thrown by Yang Yuhuan on a tree, a ripple in which Chinese characters fall into the lake, a blood splashed by green beads, a sad song of Daiyu burying flowers, and the resentment of Dou E going to the execution ground-all these are said to be the misfortune of a beautiful woman.

Modern girls are lucky, and the times know how to respect and appreciate them. However, some of their lives are squandered in karaoke bars, dance halls and playgrounds, succumbing to bright roses and exquisite gifts. At the same time, I also thank God for the fairness of his creation. Many talented girls who know how to respect themselves have interpreted another kind of beautiful meaning with their lives and painted a beautiful landscape.

What is life? Different people have different answers.

The river of no return, the waves are exhausted, and many people are ordinary and extraordinary throughout the ages. Although they all hold different views on life, they all lived on the land under our feet. No matter what amazing achievements they have made, no matter how mediocre they are, they have become one. Loess. And now people who have life, no matter how you look at life, life is short, I hope you cherish it more.

This is a restless era, spinning in the secular vortex, and everyone can't earn a net of life, which makes people impetuous, uneasy and helpless. Everyone is eager to vent their inner dissatisfaction, and everyone is eager for inner balance. Young people are fascinated by crazy rock and crazy football, which gives their hearts temporary freedom and agility. Middle-aged people are forced by the pressure of survival, but they can't help but sharpen their hearts to dilute the dullness of life. Old people can immerse themselves in nostalgia for the past and numb the pain of life with eyes that see through everything. What do we yearn for? What do we want? I didn't know that what was before us was survival. And survival may have swallowed up our spirituality and dreams at some point. I'm really scared. Maybe one day, I won't wait and watch.

What is life like? Pigs in a pigsty? You can live comfortably without dreams; An eagle flying high? If there is no blue sky, how can it soar And you, as elegant as you, told me in the maze: life is a river. Look at it: gathering, rushing, rushing, and finally rushing into the sea, showing great vitality; You showed me another picture: there are high cliffs, grass trees in the sunset, peach blossoms on the shore, and sunset glow. The power of progress urges all this, which makes people feel that life is really beautiful. You also said: Life is a tree. It broke out from the ice and snow, broke free from branches and leaves, and stood upright in the hot sun. It is covered with trees and surrounded by bees. It stretches the shade and finally bears sweet fruit. Isn't man just a tree? Who doesn't want to climb to the sky? A tree makes people feel the dignity and value of life, a river and a tree. These two images are the swan song of a century-old man's life, which makes me feel your inner clarity and gentleness. After the changes of the world, your writing still has the innocence of a girl, but it also has a reflection on secular life, which makes people feel that life is always beautiful. But after all, in the infinite universe, in the world of mortals, people are so small, and how much charm life has, people may get lost at any time. Even though once lively and provocative rivers can flow into the sea, they have entered the end of their lives at the same time. How touching and helpless! You sigh: how bright! How dark it is! As soon as this sentence comes out, I feel that you are no longer the loving mother who cares for life with the eyes of the virgin. You make me feel that you are a friend around me, a friend who can talk and sleep without saying hello. Your words are more true with a little more vicissitudes. As an elder, you give people hope with the same care: May there be enough clouds in your life to make a beautiful evening. How sincere, perhaps this is a close to the secular Bing Xin.

Yes, what is life? Life is a spider that never stops weaving. Even though it knows that it can't catch the stars and the moon, it still weaves a web. Life is an unruly beast, even if it is seriously injured, it will die standing; Life is a tireless dancer. Even if you are in chains, you must dance the beauty and tragic life.

To have your parents.

And for myself.

And the people you love.

What is life? I often think that life is like a poem, a romantic lyric poem; Life is like a dream, a beautiful or hazy dream; Life is like a song, a cheerful song; Life, like tea, is a cup of bitter tea full of charm. Life is easily defeated by time, but time is hard to erase the traces left by life.

History is a song, and every life is a note on this song. Life belongs to creation and development. A person spends beautiful spring, hot summer, golden autumn and cold winter on the journey of life. Life is unrestrained, and the rough life has left a permanent mark on the history of life. Life has sunny days and cloudy days.

Life is only once for everyone. In the short journey of life, apart from the ignorance of childhood, the helplessness of bald heads, the entanglement of the past and the discouragement of setbacks, what are we left with?

Love, fiery love, sincere and firm love. He exudes the fragrance of life, and he is the most beautiful post station in life.

I sigh that the wind of life has given us beautiful moments. I once prayed: life! May your long journey be full of sunshine and flowers. But life has taught me that fortune will not wave to you without hard work.

Yes, sighing is useless, fantasy is useless, and expectation is useless. When I suddenly look back, I suddenly realize that only when I find the destination for the rest of my life, the true meaning of emotion is the most perfect paragraph in this life.

My life is like blue sky and white clouds, and I finally understand the law of life: lazy people will not reap Gan Guo, timid people will not get sympathy, lazy people will not get towering figure, and indulgent people will not get permanent detachment in self-comfort. Game lovers will never have positive results. Life is not a game, cynicism needs revenge, and the judges of the years are ruthless.

Spring comes back from the field again, and it is the time for wild chrysanthemums to bloom again. I said from my heart that life is like a poem, life is like a dream, and love dominates the flow of life.

What is life like?

Is it an exquisite manor on the edge of clear water and green mountains, a mountain of food on the table of millionaires, or a flick of a finger on luxury ostentation and extravagance? ......

Open the newspaper and watch TV. Floods, earthquakes, murders, diseases, poverty, explosions, conflicts ... Sadness is full of unyielding life.

We work hard, busy, running, bumpy, hard, bleak, and scrimp. ......

We die in the snow for endless food, and we also overeat for asthma and medicine bottles and cans; Regardless of calluses, we have polished every brick and tile and carefully built a grand and tight barrier. The huge cage has imprisoned us and prolonged our lonely figure for many years, echoing the sound of a pair of slippers stepping on the ground ... We grasped the sword of power, held it too tightly, exceeded the handle, grabbed the blade by mistake, and were cut to the bone and hurt ourselves. We struggle to put on the radiant crown, and it is difficult to turn our heads to see the bright sunshine, the crisp birds, the slow and clear streams, and the flourishing colorful flowers ... We even forget the young and colorful sky, the quiet and magical snow peaks, the vast and open grasslands, the empty and magnificent deserts, the towering mountains and the majestic rivers and seas. ......

We are heading for poverty in prosperity, loneliness in crowding, barbarism in civilization and excessive loss in plunder. ......

What is life?

Life is the ignorance of newborns, the innocence of teenagers, the vigor of youth, the stability of adulthood and the endless old age.

Life is a sunset, a pine tree on a cliff, a dying candle and a fleeting meteor.

Life is a wonderful journey full of care and hard work.

What is life?

This is a lonely ship.

Ups and downs in the vast sea

What is life?

Is a star.

Shining on the cold terrace

What is life?

This is a kind of vanity

Will eventually be buried deep in loneliness.

If life is happy

Why do people cry for the first time?

Why does someone sob for the last time?

If life is sad

Why are there lovers' first kisses?

Why is there a last date ecstasy?

Maybe life is a dense fog at dusk.

There can't be fog, but there is fog.

In your heart and mine.

Maybe life is the moonlight in the morning.

There can be no moonlight, but there is moonlight

In your heart and mine.

See you at an impossible time.

Meet you in an impossible opportunity.

Then tell me gently

What is life?

What is life?

Life is meditation.

Truth and nothingness

What is life?

Life is just turning and turning.

Suddenly, a wall

What is life?

Life is a bottle of plasma.

Several branches lead to one road.

What is life?

Life is a lamp and a tree.

If bright, if dark, layer upon layer.

What is life?

Life is the sound of wind and rain.

Yunhe lei

What is life?

Life is a bolt of lightning.

Nerves that disappear after cutting through the sky.

What is life?

Life is salty sea water.

Slap the foam on the coast

What is life?

Life is a flag.

Light the torch of thought

What is life-

The teacher said, "Life is the chalk that jumps on the blackboard forever."

The student said, "Life is the vitality we show every day."

The painter said, "Life is a colorful painting written by myself."

The driver said, "Life is a one-way ticket without returning."

What is life-

The athlete said, "Life is the greatest limit to be pursued forever."

The singer said, "Life is the highest level of self-exertion.

The musician said, "life is a movement that beats in the deep heart."

The dancer said, "Life is a dance that you jump out of.

What is life-

Life is a stream, small but light.

Life is a tree, though few, but high.

Life is a grass, delicate but tenacious.

Life is as beautiful as a girl but as strong as a boy.

Life is as vicissitudes as middle age and as deep as old age.

Life is the burning Olympic flame.

Unite, struggle and forge ahead

Life is the moon rising in the sky.

Bright, fresh, bright

Life is the blazing sun in the sky.

Strong, passionate, strong

What is life-

Life is a never-ending wheel of history.

Life is the vitality of our new generation.

Life is life.

Burning in everyone's heart

Don't need energy, just wait for the explosion. ...

When I saw myself with swollen eyes, hoarse throat and endless tears because of the death of my loved ones ... I began to understand what life is? That's a responsibility. ...

Life belongs not only to yourself, but also to your relatives, your friends and all those who love and care about you. When you go to another world, it will be the greatest misfortune of the living people related to you! Because you have fallen asleep underground and got rid of the heavy love in the world, what can you throw to the person you love? It's the red and swollen eyes that are so sad because of your departure, the trembling lips that can't make a sound anymore, the bitterness that is hard to tell, the endless tears that remind you of the pains and joys that accompanied you in the past, and the endless desolation! The more I recall the past, the more desolate I am after leaving, and people dare not lift the veil of memories ... What is life?

Scientists, philosophers, artists and theologians all have different answers, and everyone will have different answers because of different life experiences.

Perhaps, life has no answer, but it is lively and smart, and the dead language will never catch up with the living life.

However, I still want to try to find the answer. The answer I said, even if correct, is only an expression of a great life. It is almost impossible to express life in words, but it is beneficial after all. A good language itself is a kind of life, and people have given it eternal life and meaning.

Life is a whole concept.

Western analytical anatomy divides a living person into organs, tissues and cells. Life was not discovered until the biochemical reaction of each molecule, and chaotic electrical pulses were found in neurons at most.

Looking for life, we have to use the overall system view of the East. Human life is a whole made up of many cells. Cell life is a whole composed of many molecules. Life is an organic whole, which is greater than the sum of its parts. Human mental activity is the highest life form formed by the organic integration of countless biochemical reactions and electrical pulses in brain cells. The whole consists of parts, but the whole cannot be found in every part; At the same time, every living cell hides the potential to become a complete life. This is the paradox and mystery of life.

Man, is it a cell of the universe?

Life is an eternal work of art, an article, a novel and a movie. How to write and act depends on one's artistic concept and quality level. Every work is unique, but with different levels, different realms and different styles.

Article is life, and man is its god. Every word is its cell. The skills of writing and language are necessary, but if there is no self-contained true feelings, no matter how gorgeous the article is, it is just a pile of lifeless words, and its author can only be regarded as a skilled writer at most, but can't become a truly valuable artist.

Life cannot be copied and copied, that is the beauty and glory of life. What is copied is always the mechanical representation of life, and the essence of life is soul and meaning. Words can be copied, but if they are hidden in words and beyond the meaning of words, they cannot be copied, which is the condensation and expression of the author's unique life experience.

The first person who compares a woman to a flower is a genius, and the second person who speaks is a fool. The soul of life lies in creation. But the singing of * * * in life is not plagiarism. You compare a woman to a flower. If you have your own unique experience and context, you are also a genius to create this metaphor.

Life cannot be copied, but it can be recreated. For example, an excellent novel can be recreated into various art forms such as movies and plays. Wonderful translation is also a process of re-creation.

In the broadest sense, everything has life and even soul, a word, an atom and even elementary particles, but the life levels are different. Communication between different levels of life is difficult, but not impossible. This is a personal belief, please don't argue.

The soul must be the carrier of our material world. Computer programs and ideas are the spiritual carriers of human beings. The computer itself is inanimate, and even the human brain is an inanimate carrier. The spiritual essence/soul of human beings lives in human body and brain, but it is beyond it. Can't copy, can only copy the appearance and form of life.

Most people's thoughts are copies of social, cultural and religious education, and what can be thought independently is real life. Without conscious reflection and introspection, no matter how smart and knowledgeable a person is, he is just an advanced computer machine. I think knowledge and emotional response can be copied, while knowledge/wisdom and emotional experience are unique to every life and cannot be copied. What can be copied is perishable machinery, and the essence of life with immortal value cannot be copied.

Cao Xueqin used all his life experiences to create immortal spiritual works. You can print countless copies, but that copy is only in the form of words, and the meaning needs to be discovered by each reader. Also, if the monkey knocks on the typewriter, it will definitely knock out a meaningless, just a bunch of lifeless words! This is the difference between life and machinery: the essence of life lies in conscious creation and experience! ! !

I think the Zen master in China is the one who knows the meaning of life best. In the words of Zen, life is life. I can't speak, I can only understand. What do you mean? Like drinking water, it is cold and self-aware.