The original reading year of Bi Shumin's My Five Kinds was 065438+1October 30th, and the teacher gave a topic-write down "the five most precious things in your life". I was holding a pen, facing a blank sheet of paper, and there was silence around me. Everything is like an object compressed into a super shelf, lying there, waiting for your hand to choose. The cargo basket is small and dense, and there are only five kinds of forests in the world that can be stuffed into it. Maybe it's because I did something wrong. After thinking for a moment, I instinctively wrote: air, water, sunshine ... this is of course good. You can't imagine such a colorful life growing on a planet without air and water. But I soon found myself in a dilemma-if I continue to follow the logic of medicine, I should immediately write down the heart and trachea, which are also indispensable parts of the pump of life. As a result, my small basket was filled immediately, and all my five indicators were spent. Imagine that the embryonic form of the answer will be: the most precious things in my life-air, water, sunshine, trachea, heart ... ha! It is full of rigorous scientific meaning and the smell of drugs. But if you keep writing like this, there will be a problem. The function of testing is to distinguish what is the most important factor in our life, so that when we face the choice and loss of life, we will be more calm and properly prioritize. And my answer, abstract and extensive, lacks discrimination and practicality. So I decided to write down the crux that is more unique and vital to me personally after the three elements of life: water, air and sunshine. I wrote down the fourth thing-flowers. I am really embarrassed. The flowers with dewdrops are so delicate that I seem to have played a joke on a serious topic. But I really love them and think they are indispensable. The gorgeous flowers with thorns symbolize the beauty and short-term hardships of life. I hope to have a bunch of beautiful roses to accompany me to the end of the world. I stole a look at my classmates' answers and couldn't help being a little surprised. Someone wrote: "parents". I suddenly feel unfilial. Yes, aren't my parents extremely valuable factors in my life? Not to mention where I came from without them, I just thought that they might leave before me and where you would wait for us. Never meet, my heart is extremely cold. Someone wrote "children". At first glance, I feel uneasy and even guilty. That young life and I are in the same strain. How can you ignore him at a critical moment? Someone wrote "love". I am even more ashamed. Seriously, I almost forgot him in the process of making a choice just now. Maybe subconsciously, I thought my life had existed for a long time before I met him. We also made an appointment, no matter who goes first, the rest will live well as always. Since we were not born on the same day at the beginning, we seldom died on the same day in the future. We have agreed that it is not necessary for life, and we are outside. Is there any reason? I don't know where to throw the solitary ball in my hand, but the teacher saved me in one word. She said that the most precious thing in life, you don't have to think logically whether it is true or not, as long as it is what you agree with. So I thought of computers. Here, the computer is not just a simple tool, but a symbol, representing my beloved labor and sacred duty. It soon occurred to me that computers have many restrictions, such as power failure or virus invasion, which will make me very helpless. Only a simple pen, although primitive and simple, can accompany the wind and rain day and night. So on the white paper, I left the five most precious things in my life-water, sunshine, air, flowers and pens (in no particular order). The students giggled and exchanged answers. After a glance, they all fell silent. I was surprised to find that everyone left something different on the paper, and some of them were simply jaw-dropping. For example, I don't like men's "football" or women's "chocolate". But the teacher repeatedly reminded me not to judge others from my own point of view, so I kept a straight face. Then the teacher said, well, everyone crossed out all the unimportant things in the five things you wrote, leaving only four. After weighing, I put a small "X" next to the "flowers" column of five samples, indicating that I would give up beautiful flowers first in the helpless choice. The teacher came and looked at it and said, you can't just take a note on the side. Giving up is giving up completely. All must be deleted with a pen. Act according to the law, and stab the nib hard. At the moment when the flowers were cut open by pen and ink, I suddenly felt that the surrounding colors were terrible, just like the black and white silent film at the beginning of this century. I put my hair through my teeth and said to myself, compared with the other four, luxurious and romantic flowers are not as important after all, so give up. Although flowers are no longer fragrant, fortunately, life is roughly complete. Please cross out one of the remaining four samples, leaving only three. The teacher's voice is calm, but there is an irrefutable pressure. I made a mistake in the face of my own test paper. Sunshine, water, air and pen ... which is better to delete? I thought for a moment, picked up a pen and crossed out the "water". From the medical knowledge, without air, people can only linger for a few minutes, without water, they can stick to some small fashions. Take the lesser of the two evils. Maybe women are really flesh and blood made of water. When the water is written off, I feel a bitter throat, a sore tongue and a sore heart. People seem to be the elders in the pyramid. I have roughly guessed the teacher's program, and there is a faint pain spreading. The constant loss of fear turned into a dark cloud. Painful choices are like a path of suffering, winding into the distance. Sure enough, the teacher said: