120 philosophical essays you must read in your life

Chapter 24

Chapter 2, Section 2, Life

[Chinese] Bingxin
I dare not say what life is, I can only say what life is like.

Life is like a river of spring water flowing eastward. It originates from the highest point, and ice and snow are its predecessors.He gathers up many small streams and makes one mighty torrent, rushing down.He zigzags through the cliffs, washes away a layer of sandy soil, carries rolling sand and stones, and flows away happily and bravely.Along the way, he enjoys everything he encounters: sometimes when he encounters obstacles in front of the NB170 rock, he gallops angrily, roaring, circling, urging waves forward and backward, until he passes and overthrows the dangerous rock. Only when he walked down the cliff, he calmly ran for thousands of miles; sometimes he passed the thin flat sand, among the grass in the setting sun, and saw the red peach blossoms on the Jiaan bank, happy and shy, flowing quietly, singing in a low voice, Gently passed this romantic journey; sometimes he met a storm, this shock, this thunder, terrified him, the wind blew him up, the rain beat him, he was temporarily clouded and disturbed, But after the rain, the sky only gave him a lot of new energy; sometimes he met the sunset glow and the new moon, shining on him, projecting on him, bringing some faint warmth in the cold: he just wants to rest, just sleep , and that forward force is still urging him to move forward...

Finally one day, he saw the sea from a distance, ah!He has reached the end of his journey.This sea, makes him hold his breath, makes him bow his head, how vast, how great, how bright and how dark she is!The ocean solemnly stretched out its arms to receive him, and he flowed silently into her arms.He melted and naturalized, neither happy nor sad!Maybe one day, he will rise from the raindrops on the sea again, fly to the west, form a river again, wash down the stone walls on both sides, and then come to look for the peach blossoms on the banks.However, I dare not talk about the afterlife, nor dare I believe in the afterlife!

Life is like a small tree. It gathers a lot of vitality from the ground, stretches under the ice and snow, and breaks out of its shell bravely and happily in the moist soil in early spring.He may grow on plains, rocks, or city walls, as long as he looks up and sees the sky, ah!I saw the sky!He stretches out his young leaves to absorb the air, to receive the sun, to sing in the rain, and to dance in the wind.He may be under the shade of the big tree, maybe he may be under the pressure of the big tree, but the strength of his youthful growth finally makes him break free through the branches and leaves, and stand upright in the scorching sun!

He encounters the extravagant spring, he may bloom a tree full of flowers, bees and butterflies fly around him and make noise, birds appreciate and sing on his branches, he will hear the yellow warbler singing, the cuckoo crying blood, and maybe even the owl The chirping of birds.He grows to the most luxuriant middle age, he stretches out his thick shade like a canopy to shade the flowers and grasses under the trees, and he bears numerous fruits to present the endless sweetness and fragrance of the earth.The autumn wind blows its leaves from dark green to crimson, and under the autumn sun, it will be solemn and splendid again. It is not the pride of flowering, nor the joy of fruiting, but the tranquility and joy of success!

Finally one day, the new winter wind rolled down his yellow leaves and dry branches and shook him. He danced weakly in the air and groaned under the roots.The earth solemnly stretched out her arms to meet him, and he fell soundlessly into her arms.He melted and naturalized, he was neither happy nor sad!Maybe one day, he will burst out of the nuts in the ground, and grow into a small tree again, and then go through the thick cover of the jungle, and listen to the singing of the yellow warbler again, but I dare not talk about the afterlife, nor dare to believe in the afterlife.The universe is a big life, and we are one breath in the atmosphere of the universe.The river flows into the sea, and the leaves fall back to their roots. We are a drop of life, a leaf in life.In the big life of the universe, how humble and insignificant we are, but the active growth of a drop and a leaf synthesizes the evolutionary operation of the entire universe.

Not every river flows into the sea, and those that do not flow become dead lakes; not every seed can grow into trees, and those that do not grow become empty shells!Life is not always happy, nor is it always painful. Happiness and pain are mutually reinforcing, which means that waterways go through different banks, and trees go through changing seasons.In happiness we have to give thanks to life, and in pain we have to give thanks to life.Happiness is exciting, but is pain not beautiful?

【Together with you】

Life is a journey from the source to the sea; life is a bright and upward force; life is the four seasons of blooming flowers and sentimental autumn; life is the combination of the infinite beauty of the sun and the evening scenery A complete combination; life is the coexistence of humbleness and loftiness; life is the connection and integration of happiness and pain; life is the cycle of death and rebirth; life is a beautiful existence!Some people we should laugh at, but society often respects them, such as eunuchs.There are people that society deems sinful that we should praise, such as honesty.The views expressed by the majority are, as a rule, contrary to the truth.Most people are happy to maintain a sense of security or self-sufficiency in a hypocrisy.

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