A composition about life is like climbing stairs.

There are two brothers who climb stairs. Their family lives on the 80th floor. One day, when they came home from a trip, the power went out in Eureka Tower! It's just that they are carrying bags of luggage, and there seems to be no other choice. My brother said to his brother, let's climb the stairs! So they began to climb the stairs with two big bags of luggage on their backs. When they climbed to the 20th floor, they began to get tired. My brother said, "The bag is too heavy. How's this? Let's put it here first and take the elevator to get it when the phone comes in. " So, they put their luggage on the 20th floor, which was much easier and they continued to climb.

They climbed up talking and laughing, but it didn't take long. By the 40th floor, they were really tired. Thinking that I was only halfway up, I began to complain about why there was a power outage and why I lived on the 80th floor. They complained and climbed, so they climbed all the way to the 60th floor. By the 60th floor, they were too tired to quarrel. The younger brother said to his brother, "Let's stop arguing and finish climbing it." So they continued to climb the stairs silently and finally reached the 80 th floor! The two brothers came to the door excitedly and found that the key had been left in the bag on the 20th floor.

This story actually reflects our life: before the age of 20, we lived under the expectations of our families and teachers and were burdened with a lot of pressure and burdens. We are not mature enough and lack of ability, so it is inevitable that our steps will be unstable. After the age of 20, I left everyone's pressure, unloaded my baggage, and began to pursue my dreams with all my strength, thus living happily for 20 years. But at the age of 40, I found that my youth had passed away, which inevitably produced a lot of regrets and regrets. So I began to regret this, regret that, complain about this, hate that, and spent 20 years complaining. At the age of 60, I found that my life was running out, so I told myself to stop complaining and cherish the rest of my life! So I walked silently through the rest of my life. At the end of my life, I realized that my 20-year-old dream had been forgotten by myself, and I regretted it more than before, because there was no elevator in my life to take me back to the past.