我常常想,生命是什么呢?夜晚,我在灯下写作业,一只苍蝇不停地在我的头顶上飞来飞去,扰得我心烦。我趁它停下来的时候,一伸手就捉住了它。只要我的手指稍微一用力,它肯定就不能动弹了。但是它一直挣扎着,极力地扇着双翅,我感到一股生命的力量在我的手中颤动,而且是那样的强烈!出于对这种求生欲望的敬畏,我把它放生到了窗外。我家有一盆君子兰,在收拾房间的时候,不小心把它推在了墙角,好长时间不再理会。好多天以后, I often think, what is life? Night, I write homework under the lamp, a fly kept flying overhead in my head, disturbing me upset. When I stopped it, I caught it when I reached for it. As long as my fingers a little hard, it certainly can not move. But it struggled, fanned its wings so hard that I felt a force of life flutter in my hand, and so intense! Out of the window of reverence for this desire for survival, I put it out of the window. My family has a pot of Clivia, in the clean up the room, accidentally pushed it in the corner, for a long time no longer ignore. After many days,