Information about loving life

Maybe after the fierce struggle in life,

I died more peacefully than the lake.

Then please go to the cemetery to find my inscription,

It also says: Love life.

I made up my mind to use pain as a weight,

I have confidence: make Libra with my life.

I want to measure the value of a person's life,

I hope future generations will follow my example: love life.

Indeed, I cherish what belongs to me.

That winding path,

Through this winding path,

I just realized that life is so hard.

I came barefoot like a waif,

I deeply felt the hardness of the hard rocks on the road.

Plus the brambles in the way.

Let me leave blood behind every step.

I walk barefoot like a beggar,

Knowing the hunger and cold in the snow in winter,

As hot as the poisonous sun in summer,

This makes me cherish every trace of warmth a hundred times.

But I have the personality to challenge the old forces,

Although I have experienced setbacks, I will never take it lightly.

I can live tenaciously until now,

That is: believe in the future and love life. agree

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20 12-4-5 18:42 enthusiastic netizens

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20 12-4-6 20:46 enthusiastic netizens

Life is a miracle created by heaven, and the world is wonderful because of flower of life. Appreciate the beauty of life, feel the strangeness of life, enjoy the fun of life, and make our life full and satisfied, beautiful and noble. Where do we come from? What is it born for? how to survive？ Thinking about the meaning of life wholeheartedly and caring for all life enthusiastically, so as to enhance the realm of life; This is something that everyone alive must do. Cherish life. Human's piety and compassion for life embodies the most basic moral cultivation. Cherishing life should be the cornerstone of all lofty beliefs. The beautiful article on this theme embodies the care and cherish for life and praises the uniqueness and magic of life. agree

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20 12-4-7 09:56 enthusiastic users

enjoy life

-Wang Guozhen

I don't think about whether I can succeed or not.

Now that I have chosen a distant place,

I only care about the hardships.

I don't think about whether I can win love.

Because I like roses,

Just show your sincerity bravely.

I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.

Because the target is the horizon.

Only the back is left to the world.

I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy.

As long as you love life.

As expected, everything is consistent.

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2012-4-1416: 47 enthusiastic users

Life is limited, but we can create infinite value with limited life. (Omitting many words) Haha! agree

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2012-4-1513: 45 358590003 | Level 1

* * * In the Republic of China, if Hoover's employment contract carpet was legally passed in Japan, it would be easier to plan the managing partner Huang Taihao. The fairy tale of Huatai and Grimm suddenly hurts, which makes people realize that the Queen Mother has been listening for a long time. Today, the national treasury bank can issue a huge loss of inspection and quarantine and go home. I came to see Luo, and the Public Response Bureau agreed.

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2012-4-1514: 03 enthusiastic users

Jack London's love life tells a story: a gold digger in the western United States was abandoned by his friends on his way home and trudged alone on the vast wasteland. Winter is coming, and the cold wind is coming at him with snowflakes. He has no food, his leg is hurt, his shoes are broken and his feet are bleeding. He can only stagger and trudge on the wasteland full of swamps, hills and streams. Just when he was very weak, he met a wolf. He found the sick wolf following him and licking his blood. In this way, two dying creatures dragged their dying bodies and hunted each other in the wasteland. In order to go back alive and defeat the sick wolf who made him sick, mankind finally won the battle of Jin Roh: The Wolf Brigade. He killed the wolf and drank its blood. Finally, he was saved, which made his life shine.

Love for Life is the most famous short story of American novelist Jack London at the end of 19 and the beginning of the 20th century. This novel tells a tragic story with vigorous and rough brushwork, which vividly shows the greatness and strength of human nature. The novel puts the characters in an almost cruel and harsh environment, so that the protagonist can fully show some shining things in the depths of human nature in the struggle against cold, hunger, injury and wild animals and in the choice of life and death, vividly describe the tenacity and tenacity of life, and play a hymn of life, which has shocking power!

Jack London is good at describing the surrounding environment, shaping the artistic conception through the environment, characters' actions and psychological activities, setting off the protagonist's pain and the feeling of entering a desperate situation, and then setting off the hero's spiritual quality with artistic conception. This trick always works, because its causal relationship is impeccable. As long as the author grasps the details, he can highlight the quality of the protagonist in this way. A psychological activity here is very real. Although we have never experienced that scene, we can still feel the pressure in that situation. He can only "calm himself down very carefully" and "cheer up strongly" because he is extremely weak, tired and lonely, and these physical difficulties are equally strong, but he can still "find a little perseverance and row stronger with a strange mental function". Although he struggled again and again and his consciousness gradually blurred, the persistence in his heart did not disappear. That strange mental function should be the idea of living!

Jack London is a famous American novelist. He wrote about 50 books in his life, the most famous of which are The Call of the Wild, The Sea-Wolf, White Teeth, Martin Eden, and a series of excellent short stories, such as The League of the Old, The Odyssey in the North and The House of Mapuche. Jack London is a writer. He worked as a child laborer, drifted at sea, trudged on the snowy fields, and then worked and studied part-time. His legendary and romantic short stories often describe the lives of aborigines and whites in the Pacific Islands and Alaska, most of which can be said to be the adventures of his short life. The realistic style and diversified themes in his works, as well as the writer's unique personality, have been deeply attracting readers of different times and experiences for many years. Love life was praised by Lenin, who held it in his hand until a few days before his death.

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enjoy life

Author: Jack London

Everything, and this is all that's left-

They have experienced the hardships of life;

Being able to do this is victory.

Although they lost the gambling money.

The two of them limped down the river bank. Once, the one who walked in front got lost in the rocks.

My feet shook. They are very tired, because they have suffered for a long time, and their faces are full of sadness and gnashing of teeth.

They are burdened with heavy burdens wrapped in blankets. Finally, the band on my forehead is still effective. Help!

Trying to grab the luggage. They each carry a rifle. They walk with their shoulders in front and their heads in front.

Go further and keep your eyes on the ground.

"We hope there are two or three bullets in the cellar," said the man who walked behind.

Said.

His voice is gloomy and dry, and there is no emotion at all. He said these words coldly; The one in front.

Everyone limped to the white river, which flowed through the rocks and stirred up bubbles, without answering a word.

The one in the back followed him closely. Although the river was cold-ankle-cold, none of them took off their shoes and socks.

The child hurts and his feet are numb. Whenever they reach the knee of the river, both of them stagger and stand unsteadily.

The one who followed slipped on a smooth round stone and almost didn't fall, but he earned it with great strength.

Stand still and let out a scream of pain. He seemed a little dizzy and stretched himself trembling.

Holding hands, as if to lift something in the air. After standing firm, he walked forward again, only to be shaken again.

Almost fell. So he stood still and looked at the man in front without looking back.

He stood still for a moment, as if trying to convince himself. Then he cried.

Come on: "Hey, Bill, I sprained my ankle."

Bill waddled in the white river. He didn't look back.

The people behind him watched him walk like this; Although there is still no expression on her face, there is a kind of injury in her eyes.

The appearance of a deer.

The person in front limped to the other side and walked forward without looking back. The eyes in the river are wide open.

Keep your eyes open. His lips trembled a little, so the brown beard on his mouth was obviously shaking. He is very

Stick out your tongue and lick your lips unconsciously.

"Bill!" He shouted.

This is a strong man's cry for help in trouble, but Bill didn't look back. His partner just looked at him,

I saw him limping strangely, stumbling forward and stumbling up a gentle slope.

Go to the not-so-bright sky on the short mountain. He kept watching him disappear over the hill. So he turned around.

Eyes, slowly swept the circle of the world left by Bill after he left.

The sun near the horizon, like a dying fireball, is almost covered with chaotic fog and steam.

No, it makes you feel like something dense, but the outline is vague and unpredictable. This man has only one leg.

Standing for a rest, he took out his watch. It's four o'clock. He said, in this season of late July or early August.

In a week or two, the exact date-he knew that the sun was about northwest. He looked at the south and knew

Behind those desolate hills is the Great Bear Lake. At the same time, he also knows that in that direction, the boundary of the restricted area of the Arctic Circle.

Deep into the frozen soil of Canada. The place where he stands is a tributary of the Copper Mine River, which itself is northward.

Flowing away, leading to Coronation Bay and the Arctic Ocean. He has never been there, but once, he worked for the Hudson's Bay Company.

This place once appeared on the map.

He swept the world around him again. This is a worrying sight. It's blurred everywhere.

Horizon. These mountains are all very low. There are no trees, no shrubs, no grass-nothing but one.

The vast and terrible wilderness soon made his eyes look scared.

"Bill!" He whispered again and again, "Bill!"

He flinched in the whitewater, as if the vast world were squeezing him with overwhelming force.

Brutally showing pride in destroying him. He was shaking like malaria and even the gun in his hand exploded.

The sound fell into the water. The sound finally woke him up. He struggled in fear, trying to summon up his spirits and groping in the water.

Found the gun. He transferred his luggage to his left shoulder to relieve the burden of spraining his ankle. Then, he was slow.

Slowly, carefully and with pain, he walked to the river bank.

He didn't stop. He struggled desperately, regardless of the pain, and hurried up the hill to find his partner.

The hill is out of sight-he looks more strange than his lame and limping partner.

Laugh. But when I reached the top of the mountain, I only saw a dead, barren shallow valley. He struggled with fear again and overcame it.

After taking it, he moved the luggage to his left shoulder and limped down the mountain.

The bottom of the valley is wet and covered with thick moss, which sticks to the water like a sponge. When he took a step, water flowed from his feet.

Sputtering from the bottom, every time he raises his foot, will cause the sound of smacking, because wet moss is always

Grab his feet and refuse to relax. He chose a good road and followed Bill's footsteps from one moor to another.

India, through piles of rocks, is like an island protruding in this sea of moss.

Although he is alone, he is not lost. He knew that if he went any further, he would come to a small lake.

There are many tiny dead fir trees there, and the locals call it "Tiqing Niqili"-meaning

Moreover, there is a stream leading to the lake, and the stream is not white.

There are rushes on the stream-he remembers them clearly-but there are no trees. He can walk along this stream.

Go straight to the watershed at the end of the water source. He will cross this watershed and go to the source of another stream, which is to

Flowing westward, he can follow the current to the place where it flows into the Dees River. Under an overturned canoe, he can

Find a small pit with a lot of stones piled on it. There are his empty guns and bullets needed for fishing in this pit.

Hook, fishing line and a small fish net-all tools for hunting and fishing. In the meantime, he will find flour-no.

Many-besides, there is a piece of cured pork and some beans.

Bill will wait for him there, and they will row south along the Dees River to the Great Bear Lake. Then, they will be in the lake.

Row south until you reach the Mackenzie River. When they get there, they will continue to go south.

Then winter will never catch up with them. Let the turbulence freeze and the weather get cold, and they will go south.

Go to the station head of a warm Hudson's Bay company, where not only the trees grow tall and lush, but also the food is extremely abundant.

Yes

This is what this man thought when he struggled all the way forward. He is not only struggling with physical strength, but also with

He racked his brains and tried to convince himself that Bill had not abandoned him, thinking that Bill would be in his hiding place and so on.

male ...

He had to think so, otherwise, he wouldn't have to work so hard. He would have been lying down and dead. When the population model

When the sun like a ball slowly sinks to the northwest, he repeatedly plans to catch up with him and Bill in winter.

Before, they fled to every inch of land in the south. He pondered over the food in the cellar and the head of the Hudson's Bay Company.

West side. He hasn't eaten for two days; As for the days when he didn't eat what he wanted, it was just over two days.

He often bent down, picked up the gray berries on the moor, put them in his mouth, chewed them and swallowed them.

This moor berry has only a small seed, which is covered with a little slurry. As soon as you enter, the water melts and the seeds are hot and bitter.

He knows that this berry has no nutrition, but he still holds the hope of ignoring the truth and lessons.

Chew them carefully.

At nine o'clock, he tripped over a stone. Due to extreme fatigue and weakness, he staggered and fell.

It fell down. He lay on his side and did not move for a moment. Then, he got off the belt that tied the bag.

Struggling clumsily, barely sitting. At that time, it was not completely dark, and he was stoned to death in the lingering dusk.

Groping in the middle, trying to find some dry moss. Later, he collected a pile and made a fire-a fire.

A burning, smoking fire-put a pot of water on it and boil it.

The first thing he did when he opened his bag was to count his matches. One * * * sixty-six. In order to find the answer, he counted to three.

All over. He divided them into several parts, wrapped them in oil paper, put one in his empty cigarette bag and one in his broken hat.

In the child's hat ring, the last one is placed in the shirt that sticks to the chest. When he finished, he suddenly felt a panic, so he put

They were completely taken out, opened and counted again.

Still 66.

He is drying wet shoes and socks by the fire. The moccasins have become soaked. Felt socks are worn out in many places.

Yes, my foot is bleeding. One ankle is swollen and the blood vessels jump. He examined it. Swollen

It's as thick as a knee. He has two blankets. He tore one from one of them and tied his ankle tightly.

In addition, he tore off a few pieces and wrapped them on his feet instead of moccasins and socks. Then, he finished the pot of boiling water and went to bed.

Put on your watch and climb into two blankets.

He slept like a dead man. A brief darkness came and went around midnight.

The sun rises in the northeast-at least there is light in that direction, because the sun is covered by dark clouds.

Yes

At six o'clock, he woke up and lay quietly on his back. He looked up at the gray sky and knew he was hungry.

Yes When he rolled over on his elbow, a loud snore startled him. He saw a male deer.

It looked at him with alert and curious eyes. The animal was only fifty feet away from him, and his mind immediately appeared.

The scene and taste of venison steak sizzling on the fire. Unconsciously, he grabbed the empty gun and buckled it on the sight.

Pull the trigger. The stag snorted, jumped up and ran away, only to hear the rattling of its hooves as it ran over the rocks.

The man scolded and threw away the empty gun. He struggled to his feet and groaned loudly. this is

A very slow and difficult thing. His joints are like rusty hinges. They move very slowly in the mortar.

The force is so great that you have to bite your teeth to bend and stretch. Finally, the leg stopped, but it took another minute to leave.

It only took him a proper time to stand up straight, so that he could stand up straight like a man.

He climbed a hill slowly and looked at the surrounding terrain. There are neither trees nor bushes. What?

Nothing, only endless gray moss, occasionally a little gray rock, a few small gray lakes, and a few ashes.

The color of the stream is a little embellishment. The sky is gray. There is no sun and no shadow of the sun. He didn't know

Where is the north? He has forgotten how he passed here last night. But he's not lost.

To.

He knows this. Soon he will walk to the "small stick land". He thinks somewhere on the left,

And it's not far-it may be just over the next mountain.

So he went back to his original place, packed his bags and prepared to leave. He found that three separate packs of matches were still there.

Although I didn't stop to count. However, he hesitated, and he kept thinking there, what is this time for?

Thick deerskin pockets. This bag is not big. He can completely cover it with both hands. He knows it weighs fifteen pounds.

Heavy-equivalent to the sum of other things in the bag-this pocket worries him. Finally, he put it aside,

Start rolling up your luggage. However, after rolling for a while, he stopped and stared at the deerskin pocket. He caught it in a hurry.

Look around with rebellious eyes, as if this wasteland is going to take it away; Wait until he stands up and shakes it.

At the beginning of the day's journey, the bag is still wrapped in the luggage behind me.

He turned left and walked, stopping to eat berries on the moor from time to time. The sprained ankle is stiff, and he is worse than before.

Lame is more obvious, but compared with stomach pain, foot pain is nothing. The pain of hunger is severe. it

The children have bouts of attacks, as if gnawing at his stomach, so that he can't concentrate and needs to "stick to the ground".

On the way. Berries on the moor can't relieve the pain, but the pungent taste makes his tongue and

My mouth is burning.

He came to a valley where many grouse flapped their wings on rocks and wilderness. they

Shout "Raul-Raul-Raul". He hit them with a stone, but missed. He put his luggage on the ground.

Actually, sneak past like a cat catching a sparrow. A sharp stone went through his trousers and cut his leg to the knee.

The blood on the lid left a trail of blood on the ground; But in the pain of hunger, this pain is nothing. he

Crawling on wet moss makes clothes wet and cold; But he didn't feel it because he wanted to eat.

The idea of things is so strong. And that group of grouse always flew around in front of him, whirring around, and later, they

The cry of "Raul-Raul-Raul" became a mockery of him, so he cursed them and followed them.

Yelling at them.

Once, he climbed next to a grouse who must have fallen asleep. He didn't see it until it came out of the rock.

Looking at his face in the corner, he found it. He was as scared as a grouse taking off. He caught it and only caught it.

Feathers on three tails. When he watched it fly away, he hated it very much, as if it had done the right thing.

I feel sorry for him. Then he went back to his original place and shouldered his luggage.

As time went on, he walked into the endless valley, or wilderness, where there were more wild animals. one

A herd of reindeer passed by, about 20 of them, all within the range of elusive rifles. In his heart

I have crazy ideas about chasing them, and I believe I can catch them. A black fox

The raccoon came to him with a grouse in his mouth. The man gave a cry. This is a terrible cry, fox

The beaver ran away, but did not leave the grouse.

In the evening, he walked along a small river. The milky river was changed from sparse rushes because it contained lime.

Through the bushes. He grasped the roots of these rushes tightly and pulled out a nail that looked like a tender onion bud and had only one tile.

Something that big. This thing is tender. When his teeth bite into it, it will make a creaking sound, which seems to have a taste.

It's good. But its fiber is not chewy.

It is made up of a little fiber full of water: like berries, it has no nutrition at all. He left his bag.

Lie down, climb into the rush and eat like a cow. He is very tired and always wants to have a rest-lie down.

Come and sleep for a while; But he must continue to struggle-not necessarily because he is eager to get there.

"Small stick ground", mostly hunger is forcing him. He looks for frogs in small puddles, or digs for bugs with his nails.

Although he also knows that there are neither frogs nor bugs in this far north.

He looked at every puddle, but it was useless. Finally, when the long evening came, he found one.

There is a small fish as unique as minnows in the puddle. He put his arm into the water until he reached his shoulder, but

Yes, it slipped away again. So he grabbed it with both hands and muddied all the milky mud at the bottom of the pool. In a pinch,

He fell into the pit and was soaked to the skin. Now, the water is so muddy that he can't see where the fish is, so he has to wait and wait until he reaches the mud.

The pulp settled down.

He scratched again until the water became turbid again. But he couldn't wait, so he took off his tin can and put it in the pit.

Scoop out water; At first, he frantically scooped water and splashed it on himself, which was also the distance of splashing water.

It's too close, and the water is flowing into the pit again. Later, he carefully scooped it, trying to calm himself down, despite his heart

I jumped so hard that my hands were shaking. After half an hour, the water in the pit was almost emptied. There isn't even a cup left.

Less than.

However, there are no fish; Only then did he find that there was a black crack in the stone and the fish had passed through it.

Next to it is a connected pit-the water in the pit can't be scooped up all day and night. If he knew there was this secret crack, he would.

It will be banned from the beginning, and the fish will be his. He thought like this and fell limply on the wet ground.

Let's go At first, he just cried softly. After a while, he began to cry to the heartless wasteland that surrounded him.

Later, he sobbed loudly for a long time.

He made a fire, drank several cans of hot water to keep warm, and then sat on a stone like last night.

Sleep outside. Finally, he checked whether the match was dry and wound the watch. The blanket was wet and cold, and his ankle ached.

The pain is jumping. But he just feels hungry. In his restless sleep, he dreamed of a table of banquets, and banquets again and again.

Yes, there are all kinds of food on the table.

When he woke up, he was cold and uncomfortable. There is no sun in the sky. The gray earth and sky are getting darker and darker.

Darkness. A biting cold wind blew, and the first snow covered the top of the mountain. The air around him became thick and white.

A piece, at this time he has raised the fire and burned a pot of boiling water. The sky is half rain, half snow and snowflakes.

It's big and damp. It melted as soon as it landed at first, and then it rained harder and harder, covering the ground, putting out the fire and destroying it.

He killed his dried moss as fuel.

This is a warning, he will take up his baggage and limp forward; As for where to go, he doesn't know.

He doesn't care about the stick land, nor about the cellar under Bill and the overturned canoe by the River Dees. He finished.

Everything is under the control of the word "eat". He is starving. He doesn't care which way he takes, as long as he can get out of this.

Just hit bottom. He groped in the wet snow, walked to the wet moor berries, and then uprooted the wick.

Grass, while trying to move forward. But this thing has no taste and can't fill your stomach.

Later, he found a kind of sour weeds, ate everything he found, and found not much.

Because it is a creeping plant, it is easy to be buried by several inches of snow. He had neither fire nor hot water that night.

He sleeps in a blanket and often wakes up hungry. At this time, the snow has turned into cold rain. He felt the rain fall on him.

The upturned face was awakened by the rain many times. It's dawn-another gloomy day, without the sun. The rain has stopped.

The feeling of hunger like a knife has disappeared. He has lost the feeling of wanting to eat. He only felt a dull pain in his stomach,

But it didn't make him too sad. His mind has been more sober, and he is single-minded about "small stick land" and virtue.

A cellar by the river.

He tore the torn blanket into strips and wrapped his bloody feet. Meanwhile, the injured ankle

Fasten it again and prepare for the day's trip. When he packed his luggage, he faced a thick buckskin mouth.

I thought about the bag for a long time, but I finally took it with me.

The snow was melted by the rain, and only the mountains were still white. When the sun came out, he was finally able to determine the compass.

The man came, although he knew he was lost now. He may have gone too far to the left in the last two days of wandering.

So, in order to correct it, he went right, in order to get on the right path.

Now, although the pain of hunger is no longer so severe, he feels weak. He is picking pulp on the moor.

When you pull fruit or rush, you often stop to have a rest. He thinks his tongue is dry and big.

It seems to be covered with fine hair and bitter in the mouth. His heart has caused him a lot of trouble. Every few minutes he walks, his heart aches.

The room will thump violently for a while, and then it will become a painful rapid thump together, forcing him to be impenetrable.

When you are angry, you feel dizzy.

At noon, he found two minnows in a big puddle. It is impossible to drain the water in the pit, but

Now that he is calm, he tries to fish them out with a tin can. They are only as long as his little finger, but

But he doesn't feel particularly hungry now. The dull pain in my stomach has become more and more numb, and I can't feel it anymore. His stomach is almost

I seem to be asleep. He eats fish raw and chews hard, because eating has become purely rational.

Work. Although he doesn't want to eat, he knows that he must eat in order to live.

At dusk, he caught three more minnows. He ate two and left one for breakfast the next day. The sun has

After drying the scattered moss, he can boil some hot water to keep warm. On this day, he walked less than ten steps.

Mile Road; The next day, as long as his heart allowed, he walked forward and only walked more than five miles. But there is nothing wrong with my stomach.

Comfortable feeling. It's already asleep.

Now, he is in a strange place. There are more and more reindeer and wolves. Wolves often come from wasteland.

The sound of howling, once, he saw three wolves crossing the road in front of him.

Another night passed; In the morning, because of his clear head, he untied the leather rope tied to the thick deerskin pocket.

From the mouth of the bag, a stream of coarse sands and gold nuggets from Huang Chengcheng flowed out. He divided the gold into two roughly equal piles, a pile of bags.

Hide it in a blanket, put it on a protruding rock, and pile the other in your pocket. At the same time, he went from

Tear off some pieces from the rest of the blanket to wrap your feet. He still won't give up his gun, because it's in the cellar by the river diss.

There are bullets.