Author: Li Li.
If I could be incarnate, it would be very interesting.
If I were a snail, I would like to live in groups, call friends, go out at night, fear the direct sunlight, and only wander freely around the vast world from dusk to the next morning, before the dew dries. I don't think I'm walking slowly, because in just an hour, I've walked five and a half inches. My eyesight is very poor, I can only see 6 centimeters away in low light, but my antennae have a keen sense of smell, and no one knows much about grass, fallen leaves, tree trunks, and walls.
If I turn into a rock, would it be better for me to live in the mountains or by the sea? On the high mountain, the dry season in winter, cool and comfortable, in the rainy season in summer, after a hearty rainstorm, the air is filled with the fragrance released by various plants, in the evening, the whole mountain blows a refreshing cool breeze from the depths of the dense forest, all kinds of insect chirping rises, mixed with one or two long night owl calls, Wan Lai is so quiet, you can sleep peacefully. Living by the sea is much more noisy, and every day I have to face the roar of the sea, tearing the waves to pieces, and after a long time, I will inevitably be scarred and riddled with holes, and only when a seabird with thin feet occasionally lands on me, will I gradually rise from the hardness, a trace of imperceptible tenderness.
If I were a bicycle, I wouldn't envy the speeding motorcycles, the bulky trucks, the rampaging buses, the cars honking their horns at every turn, I just be myself – two wheels, a pair of steel frames, a bicycle that drills around the noisy and crowded streets. Everyone is squirming on the pavement of the driveway, each with their own speed, and it is good to be safe with each other. With the sound of tinkling, I slid briskly over the dappled leaves of autumn, the cherry blossom path in spring, the boulevard in summer, and the rain and snow in winter. From residential areas to vegetable markets, from factories to schools, from children's amusement parks to square dance squares, from city avenues to country roads, from the era of pulling wind to the era of sharing, as long as anyone can tame the wavering me, with eyes, hands, and feet, go hand in hand, and go hand in hand, the world will move, in the rotation of circles and circles.
If I become an iceberg, I will only show a small part of the sea, and I will be my true face beneath the surface. The ice I unveiled reflected different rays in the sunlight, sometimes golden, sometimes blue, sometimes white, sometimes transparent. Since it is an iceberg, on the way of rafting, you should love the sea current and the wind lightly, and when you come into contact by chance, you should love another iceberg wholeheartedly. The shining sea is my boundary, the waves are my lace, don't let me meet, the human species is called a giant ship, but I see it as an insect ant, in front of me, a ship that will fall apart in an instant.
If I turn into a wild mushroom, I will set up a lonely little pavilion at a humid dawn, a wet morning fog and rain, the little insects have come to hide from the rain, as soon as the sky clears, they are all gone, leaving only the pavilion deserted. If I take the form of a tree, I will stand up straight, with branches and leaves, and a fragrant spring in my blood. If I were to become a thousand wisps of breeze, I would sweep over a mountain of rustling leaves, pluck the strings among the mountains, and then soar 90,000 miles into the infinite expanse of ......the sky
I can also write endlessly, each life has a unique personality, just like Mr. Lu Xun wrote at the beginning of his essay "Autumn Night": "In my back garden, I can see two trees outside the wall, one is a jujube tree, and the other is also a jujube tree." "It's not that Mr. Lu Xun is talking nonsense, really, a tree has the appearance of a tree, as if a person has the appearance of a person. They all look different, but they all have a very cute look. Also, who said that life is only made up of organic matter, what is life and what is the precise definition of life? Biologists have not been able to give a precise definition of life until now. In my opinion, the universe is life, galaxies, solar systems, and the earth are inorganic life, and machines are quasi-inorganic life. Otherwise, why do you say, why is the moon in the sky, her expression is lonely, and the lazy sofa unfolds a posture of "let me hug you", and the crystal snowflakes are flying all over the sky, which is the appearance of a teenager running up?
If I could be incarnate, it would be very interesting.