A senior three student was so concerned about social hot events that he thought we didn't have time at the beginning, and he was quite shocked by our late senior three. What is eternal life? Last night was another all-night DOTA. I came out of the Internet cafe and went straight to the examination room, rubbing my sleepy eyes before I saw this 2B composition material again. About what is eternal life, this may not be a question that we should think about at this age, just like asking a beggar on the street if he wants to be president of the United States, he will definitely tell you that he only wants to take two buns. What is eternal life? I think hard and have many ideas. I used to think that morality and faith were immortal. But one day, when my friends and I learned that two pillars in the next class were holding a fallen grandmother, we were all shocked. My uncle in my hometown sold some goats at home and went to town to see a doctor. All he got was a dazzling array of laboratory tests and a helpless red envelope. After angels in white's drunken eyes and drunkenness, he finally left. Money is really an artifact that can turn decay into magic. No wonder manager Bai in the class lamented that he was not married. The ideal of kindergarten friends is to be a corrupt official when they grow up, which may be a great inspiration to the next generation from those so-called immortal virtues. I used to think that serving the people was immortal. But one day, I saw all kinds of people downstairs holding large and small gift boxes and smiling at Director Huang's door. Buses with small license plates, like simple guerrillas, turn around and drive into quiet dining and entertainment clubs; Secretary Li, who often sits on the stage on TV, "passes by" Aunt Chen's house in the next unit from time to time, which are the days when Aunt Chen's husband is on a business trip. How deeply I feel in my heart, how good it is for leaders to follow the mass line, and how much you want to visit relatives. I used to think that teachers' morality and style were immortal. But one day, when I returned to my alma mater after a long absence, under the dusk light, my childhood class teacher was already in full bloom, but skillfully put stacks of shopping cards into the drawer, quickly and calmly; When I came to the classroom, I saw that the math teacher was lighting a lamp to make up lessons for the little girl, but from time to time she squeezed her white little hand. The girl had already turned pale with fear. At this time, the busy old headmaster hurried into the next day (