Talking about death

     For thousands of years, Qin Shi Huang sought the elixir of immortality, consuming numerous of them, yet ultimately still perished in his unified empire. Throughout these millennia, many emperors have sought elixirs of immortality, and in doing so, they too began their descent into death. They devoted immense time and energy to this search, yet ultimately, they too perished. No matter their military achievements, in the end, death was inevitable. In ancient times, the death of an emperor was called "jia feng" (驾崩). Many people were buried with the emperor, a practice considered unfortunate—that's the nature of ancient times. However, it's worth noting that so many talented and extraordinary individuals ultimately left this world; old age inevitably means death.

    Everyone succumbs to death, beginning with the cry of a newborn child. Death is terrifying, but in my opinion, it's important to understand its complexities with the right mindset. Even emperors throughout history could die, let alone an insignificant nobody like me. Death is more terrifying than anything else for a person. If you think about the various illustrious emperors of ancient history, you won't be afraid of death. Life is very short; we should cherish every day and live each day meaningfully. Never waste time, in my opinion. Everyone has their own fixed point in life, and within that fixed point, we must seek survival.

    Even emperors, no matter how capable, eventually died of old age or illness. Whether in ancient history, modern history, or the history of people today, many died unwillingly. In recent years, many ordinary families have testified that if they hold a funeral, someone in their family will die or die of illness; as soon as the suona horn sounds, someone might die. But these things happen when people reach a certain age and die. When these people die, they leave behind their last words. Everyone will die one day; it's just a matter of time, there are no other requirements. As long as my life is meaningful, I think that's enough; I don't care what others say. Everyone's life journey, though seemingly long, is also incredibly short.

    From the emperors of feudal history, commoners had no right to choose their own lives; death was a matter of moments. In today's society, we can completely control our own lives, which is a good thing. In this republic, people's lives are their own; they are no longer subject to the oppression of feudal rule. Taking control of one's life is, in my opinion, my greatest ideal. Feudal emperors forced many people to be buried alive with them, taking the lives of many innocent people—this is very wrong.

    Everyone in today's society has the right to live, and with living comes death. Today I hear of one family dying, and many days later I hear of another family dying; I think that growing old inevitably leads to death. This is the natural order, in my opinion. Death itself isn't scary; what's scary are people's tears—tears that are a way of remembering loved ones, a form of grief. We hear news of death from time to time, and after a while, we become indifferent to it. There are many ways to die, but one must die meaningfully. Behind every death are the tears of loved ones, flowing freely. This is true for everyone from emperors to ordinary people; isn't death humanity's greatest fear? Many emperors throughout history searched for elixirs of immortality, yet they still couldn't escape death in the end. We must face death with the right mindset; everyone dies, only the time differs.

    Those who live should live meaningfully, not waste their lives. Even emperors throughout history died unwillingly, let alone ordinary people. Even extraordinary individuals died, some from illness, some from extraordinary talents. The fear of death is terrifying, but you must face it with the right mindset. Life's journey is both long and short, it's all the same. Looking at historical figures, who could escape death? In my opinion, none. Death is the beginning of life, that's undeniable. Death exists every day, but those who live should live well; this is a natural law.

    Those historical emperors, those famous singers and directors, all died, didn't they? Time will end people's lives. But everyone has the right to live, and then again, everyone will die. A thousand years ago, during the time of Qin Shi Huang, he began searching for the elixir of immortality, but ultimately returned empty-handed. In reality, there is no elixir of immortality waiting for you to claim. These are just legends; only those who fear death would come up with such foolish ideas. Legends are just legends, not reality. Death itself is not frightening; what is frightening is how one approaches it. I think that's the point.

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