I heard from my relatives yesterday that another relative had a cerebral infarction and was admitted to the hospital. He has just passed the critical period and is still under observation in the hospital. She sighed softly. When people get old, they get sick easily. It would be terrible to get sick without anyone around. In fact, she is old, tired, full of vicissitudes of life, and slow to move. I can only say that time waits for no one. Suddenly I miss her when I was a child, with a full face of laughter and a high voice, always full of liveliness and passion, just like the ever-burning lamp in front of the Buddhist shrine.
Everyone gets old, just like the moment when the green leaves fall.
This is the texture of life and life's commitment to nature.
It is often seen that in the streets, shopping malls and hospitals, there are an old man and a young man, mother and daughter, father and son, grandfather and grandson. Their texture is like loess and grease. One is dry and loose, and the other is greasy; One is if the wind sweeps away the residual clouds, and the other is if pear blossoms bring rain; One makes people lament the sadness of life, and the other makes people envy the glory of life.
"Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers."
People are sentimental people, so they know how to turn into spring mud to protect flowers.
Therefore, this contrast in texture breeds people's pursuit and care for hope, their confidence and persistence in tomorrow, and their adherence to and practice of the life principle of "Chen Fan is by his side and Wan Muchun is in front of the sick tree".
Life is a gift of time.
Life is the reward of years.
Life is a gift from nature.
Life is a blessing from God.
When the gifts are eaten up by time, when the rewards are eroded by years, when the gifts will eventually be deprived by nature, and when the blessings degenerate in indifference, life will show the truest texture.
Such a truth may be cruel, but it is the appearance of the truth.