【正文】
gic and tragedy. The ignorance at birth, the innocence of youth, the vitality of youth, the steadiness of middle age and the cynicism of old age are all reflected in the process of life. Life is the mother’s love, father’s severity, lover’s tenderness and friend’s concern. It is the collection of all feelings. The long river is lined with the setting sun, the green pines stand on the cliffs, the thousands of miles of flat sand fall the autumn geese, the spring and snow in March, the sword, the fast horse, the golden sable and the fine wine are all part of the picture of life. However, some people’s life painting is sketch, some people’s is ink painting, some people’s is gouache painting, and some people’s is oil painting... Maybe life is so colorful. Walking on the corridor of life, some people regard themselves as tourists and go sightseeing everywhere。 Some people regard themselves as guests of honor, just enjoy the scenery on one side and pretend to be very interested。 But behind the thousands of flowers peting to open, there is withering. Sending summer to autumn, only a few fruits hang on a tree. Meditation, survival of the fittest is shocking. Not all flowers bear fruit, and not all fruits are sweet. Isn’t life like this? Living is not necessarily successful, and successful is not necessarily valuable. Flowering and fruiting are natural laws, but if there are no bees to collect pollen, everything will be in vain。 Miracles can stand on the cliffs, and green pines stand tall and stra