People are busy all their lives. From morning till night, sleep at sunrise and sunset. Life passes away in this hurry, aging ... and we are used to this life, living for petty profits and living for living. I sometimes think: Is it meaningful to live like this? Occasionally, out of a hundred people, there will be a successful person. Good luck often comes and climbs steadily. He is a peony competing for beauty. And we are all green leaves to protect flowers, help him grow up and let him bully him. Among thousands of people, there will occasionally be a rich man, whose financial resources are rolling and he is rich in the world. He is a gold and silver shopkeeper, spending money like water. We, on the other hand, have to be careful, accumulate wealth with him, tighten our belts and go on a diet to lose weight. Among ten thousand people, occasionally there is a gentle and graceful lady, walking slowly in the spring breeze. And we, completely ashamed, are wrapped in cloth. Although the conditions are good, I can make up and lose weight, but the beauty is still a beauty, and I am ugly. I am a flower, I am a weed, rising with the wind, covered with snow ... Walking in the street, looking at the faces that look directly at life, I often look for him or her to look forward ... Is the road ahead realistic or an unreachable dream in my heart? I once paid two yuan to buy a lottery ticket, thinking that the sparrow would become a phoenix in the grand prize, but I also know that this life is hopeless and just infatuated; I have seen the stock market participate in it, thinking that I want to get rich overnight, but I am trapped and depressed when others get rich; I am too kind to be an official; Earn money, I don't bully; If you marry a wife without dignity, you will naturally worry about many things ... It is said that there will be no pie in the sky, but who doesn't expect luck to turn, and the official fortune is on you? This, will it be life? My life will be here? Look at the taxi driver holding the steering wheel and waiting for the guests to get on the bus. This man, this car, became a familiar image in my life. One year, two years, ten years and twenty years, this car is his livelihood, and so is his life? When the child was young, he asked me: Is that uncle born to drive? I was speechless, and it took me a long time to spit out a sentence: no! The child asked again: What is my life like when I grow up? Grow up? Looking straight ahead, I find that the front is actually the road of life, and I can't see the edge, but I want to see it! I saved my life savings to buy a house, decorated it with furniture, and said to my wife comfortably: I finally moved into our home. After living in it for one year, two years, ten years and twenty years, how many times will people move or go home in this life? My wife once asked me: Do you love me? I nodded and said love. Can you love me forever? A lifetime? Standing on my balcony and looking at the beautiful women appearing in the street from time to time, I really don't know if my emotions just want to dance solo and sing the wrong song that the man is thinner than Huang Hua. When he is happy, many people praise him for being happy! Everything is no worse than others; It was not until I got sick and swallowed all my things that I realized that we actually had nothing. When depressed, many people think that this is life, obscurity, success! After pouring out my bad luck on the internet for many years, I found that I actually had everything: I should have learned how to face difficulties, but I only blamed my bad fate; There is a disease, which is to temper the will and cultivate strength, but I am short-sighted and shed tears with my nose; Who hasn't encountered natural and man-made disasters? But how do others face, experience and walk? Think about this life, in the end, it is just a few lines of fine print engraved on the tombstone, covering spring and summer and recording autumn and winter. I asked my friend: Do you think we are living in vain? My friend was puzzled and asked me how to live. I said I don't know. I always feel that working nine to five day after day and running for money is not what I want. My friend also said that he didn't want to do it either, but what if he didn't? If he is alive, he must comfort himself and enjoy himself. Otherwise, you will regret it all your life! Lifelong regret? After a long life, people have achieved nothing in this life, but have no regrets about life?