To survive or to perish, this is the question that must be answered: should we silently endure the relentless blows of fate, or should we fight against the endless suffering as deep as the sea and overcome it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Which of these two choices is more noble?

When Mr. Sha is either/or, have you ever thought that it would be better to dance with chains?

Maslow may be the one who stands on the other side of the seesaw, and his weight: existence is the foundation of the sublime.

Just like the current state of the planner, wrapped in heavy shackles, in a dull cage, dragging his feet, the piercing sound of iron shackles grinding and colliding, on the contrary, brings some life to the dullness, proving that we are still alive.

When the planner puts the body on the rails, the mind and soul are like the floating sea, facing the sea, and the spring flowers are blooming, is it alive or alive?

The melody raised by the iron shackles made all the planners who had a small motor in their heads dance to the rhythm, and bit their index fingers, and solemnly wrote on the dusty ground:

Dancing in chains.

The loyalty and courage of the teacher's table is the attitude of the planner, a wave of the feather fan, the male general, the order is prohibited, the wisdom tank is full of people, and the heroic spirit is dry, this is the scene of the people standing outside the prison door, envious, the peacock locked in the iron fence, others only wait for the beauty of the screen, and even naturally ignore most of the time when the screen is not opened.

Only dancing with chains on.

There was a student, full of ambition, just left the school gate, but came to the prison door, wanted to be the planner, I said, a plan deep like the sea, deeper than the sea, or did not play the slightest block, the moth never cared about the rest of the scenery, only rushed to the end, before the time to joy, has lost the feeling.

It's better to dance with chains.

Planning, like a gorgeous man-eating flower, attracts the viewer, and you can only stop when you fall into the fantasy of its setting.

Planning, when you want to go through the window, when you want to go deeper, you have been deeply glued to the cobwebs in front of the window, the more you struggle, the harder it is to get out of its control, and when you give up struggling, you become its food.

Dancing in chains, quietly enduring loneliness, bottomless loneliness before the gorgeous opening of the screen.