I dare not talk about the meaning of life, only the connotation of life.
Life is full of suffering, full of happiness, full of love and care. Life is the origin of confidence, the carrier of knowledge, and the axis of the world.
Life is like a river of spring water, flowing through the winding river. Ice and snow are her predecessors, but she is not bound by them at all. She gathers many small streams and rushes down from the high mountains. When she encounters setbacks, she will howl angrily, use her strength to rush to the uneven trench, and drive forward bravely and happily; sometimes she will linger on the soft sand, happy and shy.
When she flows through the cliffs, and the mountains on both sides are covered with docile peach trees, she admires the beautiful scenery and never thinks of leaving. The peach blossoms fell gently on her body, she was both happy and timid, but she still ran forward as usual
Finally one day, she saw the sea from afar. Oh, she saw the light and got rid of the darkness. How vast is the sea! She had to bow her head, and the sea opened its arms to her to welcome her. She happily threw herself into the arms of the sea without saying a word, and merged with her. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com