The gift of life

Life is fair to everyone. When it takes one thing from you, it will definitely compensate you for another thing.

Life is like wine, whether it is light or strong, it leaves a diffuse fragrance between the lips and teeth.

Life is like a poem, no matter calm or heroic, it will leave eternal memories in my mind.

Life is like plum, whether it is blooming or dying, it will leave a beautiful figure in the snow.

I used to think that life was a Mi Chong, eroding my world, but I never laughed. Now I understand that life has given us a lot as a gift for growth.

I remember when the snow crunched under my feet, it was my most lost and confused time.

The final exam has just ended, and it feels like a semester is spent in emptiness. I stepped on the almost melting snow aimlessly, thinking about endless unanswered questions: why do I always feel that I am half shorter than others? Why is every exam so heartbreaking? Why do you always envy other people's world is better than your own ... I accidentally came to a noodle stall. The owner of the noodle stand is an old couple. They are a normal couple except that one of my aunt's trouser legs is empty. "What to eat?" "Well, noodles in soup." Aunt got up quickly, grabbed a handful of noodles, cooked them in boiling water a few times and put them in a paper bowl. Aunt put the noodles on the seasoning table, glanced at her uncle and motioned for him to put the seasoning. It's not just because it's too cold or anything. My uncle's hands are shaking all the time. Suddenly, my aunt bounced off the stool. It turned out that the uncle was confused and added a spoonful of sesame sauce to the noodles. My aunt over there has been complaining about my uncle and gave me a smiling face. Uncle, like a child who did something wrong, hung his head and smiled shyly. He didn't know how to put his hands, so he kept wiping the greasy apron in front of him. Aunt handed me the wrong bowl of noodles and said, "Sesame sauce tastes better." I smiled at them, and my uncle and aunt laughed together. After receiving this bowl of noodles, I felt the temperature of the noodles, which warmed my hands and my heart. Maybe they gave me some strength, and the haze in my heart was not so heavy. As mediocre as they are, I have been complaining that life is unfair to me. They are enjoying everything that life brings them, ups and downs, and even in menstruation's complaints, they feel love. Their happiness is like a wrong bowl of noodles. There are defects, but the soup and sauce look so harmonious. Soup brings warmth and sauce brings fragrance. In the cold winter, nothing seems to give people more strength. Are they better at managing their own lives? Maybe, maybe not, but I seem to need something.

Maybe my grades are behind others, but if I work hard, I think my future is not a dream; Maybe my life is not as good as others, but I have parents who love me. They may be ordinary, but they are so great to me. They feed me with love and shelter me from the wind and rain. Maybe my life is full of setbacks, but I won't back down, because I know this is the only way for me to grow up. Flying over this thorny road will make me grow strong wings. These are all unique gifts that life has given me.

I am an inch of land. My life is either drizzling or pouring rain, but it gives me moisture and strength.

I am a boat. Life is either a breeze or a gale, but it gives me motivation and direction.

Whether it is pain, laughter or tears, I dare to accept it, and I am willing to accept it, because these are all gifts that life has given me to grow up.