Chapter 60 To Zhao Qingge

Qing Court: letter received.I don't plan to go to town recently.I heard that you are going to Laijiaqiao on the 10th, and you must pass by for a while.I'm okay.There are many things to ask you.See you soon, don't talk much.On November 7, 2044, Bing Xin will send out the newsletter for young readers. Dear children: A child who joined the army asked me to talk about life. This question took me a long time to think about. I dare not say what life is, I can only say what life is like. Life is like a river of spring water flowing eastward. It originates from the highest point, and ice and snow are its predecessors.It gathers many small streams to form a powerful torrent, rushing down, it twists and turns through the hanging rocks and cut walls, washes away a layer of sand and soil, carries rolling sand and stones, and flows away happily and bravely , along the way, it enjoys everything it encounters—sometimes when it encounters obstacles in front of rocks, it gallops angrily, roaring, and circling, urging the ups and downs of the front wave and the back wave, until it rushes over and rushes forward. After falling down this precipice, it calmed down a thousand miles away.

Sometimes it passes through the thin flat sand, among the grass in the setting sun, and sees the red peach blossoms on the Jia'an bank. It is happy and shy, flowing quietly, singing softly, and passing this romantic period gently. itinerary. Sometimes it encounters a storm, the lightning, the thunder, which frightens it, the wind blows it up, the rain beats it, it is temporarily clouded and disturbed, and the rain clears and it only adds to it. newborn force. Sometimes it encounters the sunset glow and the new moon, shining on it, projecting on it, bringing some faint warmth in the coldness: at this time, it just wants to rest and sleep, and the forward force still urges it to move towards the sky. Go forward... Finally one day, it saw the sea from a distance, heh!It has come to the end of its journey, the sea, which holds its breath and bows its head.How vast and how great she is!How bright and how dark!The sea solemnly stretches out its arms to meet it.

It flowed silently into her arms.It has melted and naturalized, neither happy nor sad! Maybe one day, it will rise from the raindrops on the sea again, fly to the west, form a river again, and then wash down the stone walls on both sides, and then come to look for the peach blossoms on the banks. However, I dare not talk about the afterlife, nor dare I believe in the afterlife! Life is like a small tree. It gathers a lot of vitality from the ground, stretches under the ice and snow, and breaks out of its shell bravely and happily in the moist soil in early spring.It may grow on plains, among rocks, or within city walls, as long as it looks up and sees the sky, oh, it sees the sky!It stretches out its tender leaves to absorb the air, to receive the sunlight, to sing in the rain, and to dance in the wind.It may be under the shade of the big tree, maybe it may be under the pressure of the big tree, but the strength of its youthful growth finally makes it break free through the branches and leaves, and stand upright in the scorching sun!

It lives a luxurious spring, it may bloom a tree full of flowers, bees and butterflies fly around it and make noise, birds appreciate and sing on its branches, it will hear the singing of the yellow warbler, the cry of the cuckoo, and maybe the owl The strange howl of a bird. It grows to the most luxuriant middle age, it stretches out its thick shade like a canopy to shade the flowers and grass under the trees, and it bears numerous fruits to present the endless sweetness and fragrance of the earth. The autumn wind blows its leaves from dark green to crimson red, and under the autumn sun, it has a majestic splendor again. It is not the pride of flowering, nor the joy of fruiting, but the peaceful joy of success!

Finally one day, the new winter wind rolled down its yellow leaves and dry branches and shook them. It danced weakly in the air and groaned under the roots.The earth solemnly stretched out her hand to welcome it, and it fell silently into her arms.It has melted and naturalized, it is neither happy nor sad! Maybe one day, it will burst out from the nuts in the ground, grow into a small tree again, pass through the thick cover of the bush, and listen to the song of the oriole again. However, I dare not speak of an afterlife, nor dare I believe in an afterlife. The universe is a big life, and we are one breath in the atmosphere of the universe.The river flows into the sea, and the leaves fall back to their roots. We are a leaf in the big life, a drop in the big life.

In the big life of the universe, how humble and insignificant we are, and every drop and leaf has its own mission! You should know: The symbol of life is activity, growth, and the activity and growth of a drop and a leaf synthesize the evolutionary movement of the entire universe. Remember: not every river can flow into the sea, and what does not flow becomes a dead lake; not every seed can grow into a tree, and what does not grow becomes an empty shell! Life is not always happy, nor is it always painful, happiness and pain are mutually reinforcing.It means that the waterways have to pass through different banks, and the trees have to pass through the changing seasons.

In happiness we have to give thanks to life, and in pain we have to give thanks to life. Happiness is exciting, but is pain not beautiful?I once read an epigram that read: "May there be enough clouds in your life to make a beautiful evening." ——(Maythere beenough clouds in your life to make a beautiful sunset.) There are no more clouds in your world, in your country, and in your life than today. Children, would we like to have a happy memory after success, which is what the poet called "beautiful evening"?Bless your friend Bing Xin December 1, 1944, rainy night, Geleshan.