什么是生命? 在这金秋的十月,我独自踏上了这条百叶飘零的小路上,厚厚的落叶被我踩在脚下,特别松软,感觉就像在毯子上。忽然,从林间跑出一个7岁的小男孩,他愤怒地朝我大叫“嗨,不许踩着小生命!”似乎,我被他吓着了,停住了脚步。我望着前面准备去“踩”的树叶,我有点惶恐,又有点惊讶,又有点不知所措。“小生命?踩?”我呆住了,又看了看小男孩,他的眼睛里充满了愤怒的火焰。我下意识地走到了空地上,弯下腰,小心翼翼地捧起了两片叶子,脑海里不断地闪现出小男孩说的话,尽管他已经走了,忽然我想起了一句话——“落花不是无情物,化作春泥更护花”。带着一种抱歉的心情,我低下了头。“这是一种生命,这就是生命。”我高兴地说,我庆 What is life? In this autumn of October, I set foot on the little lane of the venetian loneliness alone. The thick leaves are stepped on by my feet, and are particularly soft and feel like being on a blanket. Suddenly, running out of the woods, a 7-year-old boy, he angrily shouted at me, “Oh, not allowed to step on the little life!” It seems that I was frightened by him and stopped. I looked at the leaves that I was going to “step on.” I was a little scared, surprised, and somewhat overwhelmed. “Little life? Step on?” I was stunned and looked at the little boy again. His eyes were full of angry flames. I subconsciously walked up to the open ground and bent down, cautiously holding up two leaves, and my mind flashed the words of the little boy. Even though he was gone, I suddenly thought of a sentence - “Falling is not an empty thing. , into the spring mud more protection flowers.” With a kind of sorry mood, I lowered my head. “This is a life, this is life.” I am happy to say that I celebrate