Chapter 267: Waking Up (3)

There is no greater mourning than death. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Why are you desperate in your youth? You may have all heard the story of Li Ka-shing's struggle to survive and the vagaries of fate, but he once said, "Anxiety is the deepest torture for the poor." "When he was poor, did he give up hope? No, he never despairs, and his desire to succeed is far greater than his fear of failure. And why are you desperate when you are only facing the college entrance examination, with the chagrin of failing the exam again and again, and failing again and again? Then let me tell you, you are not born to be defeated, you are not clothed, hungry, and unaccompanied, you are not qualified to despair, and you can still write about hope for a long time.

Why are you desperate on the stage of the flower season? Maybe you have all watched "The Shawshank Redemption", and have been deeply moved by Andy's 20 years of unwielding hope and undying yearning, or maybe you have all read Yu Hua's "Alive", and you have all been moved by Fugui's tragic fate and desire to live. They don't despair in the face of life's trials, but why should you despair? With the criticism of the teacher again and again, and the self-doubt again and again? Then I tell you, we must accept disappointment because it is finite, but we must not lose hope because it is infinite.

Lifting the curtains of history, a period of thought-provoking historical facts emerge from the smoke and dust of the years, clearly showing future generations.

Once, Liu Bei raised troops in the Central Plains melee, from the name of supporting the Han family to fight Dong Zhuo, Cao Cao, but, he must lose every battle, has voted Yuan Shao, Cao Cao, Lu Bu, Liu Yuan and others, when he was about to despair, the appearance of a genius changed his fate. As we all know, he is Zhuge Liang. He brought hope to Liu Bei. Just imagine, if Liu Bei was disheartened, how could there be a three-point world later.

Despair is not terrible, what is terrible is your pessimistic side, the first half of your life is frustrated and desperate, which does not mean that you are disappointed in the second half of your life, and the second half of your life also has decades to change yourself and create miracles. Jiang Ziya was more than 80 years old and fished in Diaoyutai, and he was not allowed to reuse it before, but after that, he successively assisted King Wen and King Wu, destroyed the Shang Dynasty, and was sealed in the State of Qi, turning the capital of Qi into the largest city in the world at that time, which went down in history. Mrs. Jiang has not given up in his eighties, so what reason do we have to give up lightly when we are in the prime of our youth?

Looking for hope in despair is not simply waiting for the arrival of fate, we should take the initiative to pursue, as Yu Minhong, president of New Oriental, said: no matter what profession, hard work will always be successful, and it will change from a toilet sweeper to president. Despair means giving up, we should never give up on ourselves at any time, and our efforts will always be rewarded.

Hope is the light, showing us the way in the darkness, out of despair, and towards success!

The walnut flowers in April are full of branches, not blooming, not showing off, the mountain breeze is coming, and the ground is full of spring. O rain of the season! Withering away, sad, weeping. I walked on the path with heavy steps, one golden and one deep green. The sun is still setting, the heart is still beating, the tears are flowing, and the world is silent, quiet, and tired. Come on the storm! Sweeping all faith, my heart can no longer find the passion of youth.

Silence, struggle, rolling, roaring. Still looking forward to retaining, the last wind shadow crossed his eyes, and the endless darkness swallowed up the light little by little. I stood on the high mountain, looking at the cliff at my feet, and my thoughts began to hate, disgusted with this world as sinful as I was, I was lonely, helpless, everything was illusory. There is no beauty, there is no future, there is no memory and no warmth when the left hand holds the right hand. I am tired of the spring of April when the trees are green and the birds are singing. I want to escape, let the loess bury my body, I don't want my soul, I don't want the afterlife, I don't want it, I don't want it, everything becomes disillusionment.

My call was not answered, and the empty voice echoed in the white snow of April, white thoughts, crying freezing, helpless drifting, and affectionate prayers. Yes, I can still stay calm and wish someone happiness, but I know how sad I am. It was at that moment that I prayed that the morning sun would not come, that I would fall asleep and not wake up again. The damp pillow was sunken into the sea, drowning my skull, my thoughts, my body, sinking me into loneliness, sealing all my messages. Don't pollute me, fish, and don't see the light of a cell. May the fire of the earth spew out magma, brew everything in your arms, and quietly go with you, and I will no longer see the sky.

I lost my faith and went away at the cost of blood in peace. There was no calling, no crying, no sorrowful autumn colors, but the heart was rotten. Don't go, look back and mock the uneasiness in your heart. I still turned around and took your hand, but there was no more warmth, and I couldn't go back. The oath I have always believed in is so absurd that you never let go of your hand, but you ended my rebirth.

My steady love is still in vain, and the ruthlessness of life is getting crueler and crueler every time. My steadfastness was eventually abandoned, and how ridiculously slight my love was. Don't weep for me for the cuckoo that sings day and night, and don't grieve for me for the thoughts of the kite. I was destined to travel alone, with an unstoppable arrogance and a heart that could no longer be tainted by the world, shuttling through the crowds and going alone.

After being injured, the heart is difficult to calm down, and Zheng Zheng vows will only reveal the scar again. We may only have to wait, with the autumn wind, spring rain, summer flowers, winter snow change, but all our lives, silent. Dawn came again, and I was alive, but I didn't dare to look forward to an encounter again.

Life is like making a movie, we have been making sequels, just afraid that we will be able to live to watch our own movie screenings. I projected my story, letting the tears burst and surge, happy and sad. The pace of the road ahead is a little careful, and the depth of love has become a deliberate avoidance of love in the future. I didn't dare to release my inner feelings, locked in the spring season, and never got out of the collapsed heart. Maybe it's been buried, along with those years who don't understand love and rush to it.

Love is a colorful balloon, no matter how bright the color, you can't resist a prick from the tip of a needle. But it's worth a try, two products, three drunk, to know the flavors. Maybe a life that has not loved a person is incomplete, and a person who does not know how to love is even more lonely. Even if you go through heartache, sadness, farewell, the sinking after ruining life, and the blur after stripping flesh and blood. After waking up, we still have to walk religiously, but we don't look back easily, and stop in a beautiful place to see the scenery. (To be continued.) )