Being alive is a kind of luck.

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Since ancient times, many literati have always liked to write about autumn, because autumn has always been the favorite season for literati.

Autumn represents a bumper harvest, represents fallen leaves, represents the autumn wind, but also with a sad autumn.

Since ancient times, every autumn is sad and lonely, and the vitality of all things is close to stillness, so there is the saying that it is an eventful autumn.

I saw on the Internet the masters who died this fall: Sheng China, Shan Tianfang, Zhu Xu, Shi Shengjie, Brenbayar, Zang Tianshuo, Li Yong and Jin Yong.

There are violins, storytellers, plays, crosstalk, folk singers, rock singers, hosts and writers.

When people are healthy, they always feel that they can do anything and that man will prevail over nature. When people are sick, they will feel that they are very fragile, as fragile as ants. When people die, everything goes up in smoke.

There is only one life for everyone. No one can have a second life, to be alive, in fact, is a kind of luck.

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Perhaps only those who have experienced death, or those who have experienced death with those around them, can feel the luck of being alive.

Last fall, my friend's father died of a cerebral hemorrhage. Everything was in such a hurry that he was gone before he could respond to the treatment.

My friend is only 25 years old, his work is just on the right track, and it is time to repay his parents. His father, who was only 50 years old, had just retired to enjoy life but had an accident.

I watched my friend change from a chubby little fat man to a mature and emaciated man.

A year later, his friend still couldn't let go of the death. He wrote in his moments:

Will those who have witnessed death still have a planning enthusiasm for life? I can't.

Many times I have clumsily experienced death, fear and complete collapse in a short time before I fell asleep, and the more I experienced hopelessness, the more I cared about the day in front of me.

I only live today. I don't think about it tomorrow. I love you. I want to say it several times today, never wait until the next sunrise.

Because I have witnessed death with my own eyes, I cherish my relatives and friends more, and I know how to say every yearning and reluctance.

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Being alive is a kind of luck in itself. how many lives have died without seeing the prosperity of the world, without feeling love and truth? compared with them, how lucky we are, why should we bear to waste our good years on things that we don't need to worry about?

In the face of the complicated world and the approaching death, instead of letting yourself face it trembling passively, we should learn to face it calmly, so that we can understand the true meaning of life when we perceive life.

Being alive is a kind of luck, and happiness itself is a kind of happiness.

We can't change the length of life, but we can try to change the width of life; we can't change others, but we can try to change ourselves.

Adjust their own state of mind, learn to appreciate, learn to appreciate, applaud for others, but also for their own applause, Thanksgiving family, Thanksgiving society, Thanksgiving everything, to have a grateful heart.

It is not easy to live, but a kind of luck, a kind of happiness, may each of us act and cherish it.

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