In the early autumn morning, the sun shone slightly, and in the small yard of the farmhouse, a snail crawled slowly, but I only saw the traces left by it crawling, a shallow trace, slowly fading in the sun, and by the time I was busy with the things at hand, the traces had disappeared.

The snail's footsteps stopped, where it stopped, no one knows, even if you follow the traces left by it, you can't find it, it miraculously disappears like evaporation from the world, this is their life? Who knows, maybe biologists have studied it, but it is only recorded in thick pages, and few people read it.

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What a negative thought, if this is known by an excellent ideological and political teacher, it will probably give you a wonderful criticism meeting. But sometimes life really needs to be meaningless.

If you don't have outstanding merits, you are just an ordinary person, and that's it, in order to show your existence, you get married, have children, and play various roles in life, whether it is the boss or employee of the company, the elders of the family or the children and grandchildren. Give you another 200 years, who will remember you, your relatives? Your friends, they have long since disappeared with the wind, and who will remember your ancestors and grandchildren who will leave behind, and they will have a holiday reunion on the Qingming Festival, at most they will sprinkle you with some paper money, put two plates of fruits, and offer a bouquet of flowers.

You die quietly, and after you die, no one cares, and if you want to have a grave for every dead person in this world, I don't think there will be a place for the living in this world. There are also big people who die, and they can't be buried as simply as ordinary people, and their mausoleums should be built more luxuriously for future generations to admire. Then the method of burial is not working, simply put, the dead take up too much space, then cremation, a fire to clean the past and present lives, understand the cause, and leave a handful of slag. I have all heard that real gold is not afraid of fire, but people are not real gold, a handful of clay is only burned out of ashes. Just such a handful of ashes also need a place to be placed, the home is for strange things to happen, and staying in the cemetery is afraid of it being cold, and people are afraid of coming and going, and it is always endless.

Die cleanly, what's the meaning of everything, you say you're still alive, you can create value, of course, you're born to create value, predecessors planted trees, you come to enjoy the shade, you always have to hand over something out, exploit you that's what it should be, the value you create sometimes others may not be able to see.

Life is meaningless, in the dust, lie your ancestors, they have turned to ashes, in the air you breathe, you have stepped on dirt roads, you have drunk water, listen to their statements, they have lived and then died. Listen to what they say, the dust changes its attitude with the wind, it says obey the wind, let it take you farther away, the air is almost distorted by the sun, it says to accept the test of the sun together, let it smelt you into gold, the water meanders on the land, it says let go of itself! let the land flow with you.

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After the rain, barefoot, on the flat ground, walk slowly, look back, that is your footsteps, remember it, it will soon disappear, as if it never existed, how can people themselves not.