Monday, April 18

Emptiness, hemp, a portrayal of real reality.

Staying in the class has a feeling of depression, which comes from the hard work of others and the fantasy of me alone. It's sadness or depression that hangs over my heart and lingers. The city of black clouds crushed the city and wanted to destroy it, and the city of the soul could withstand the surging impact of the moment, but it was slowly penetrated and disintegrated by time little by little. The decisive battle had not yet come, but the military flag on the city gate had already been lowered. Defeated completely, defeated to himself. I don't know how many people are like me who are suffering from the reproach of their hearts and struggling with pain. Maybe he was really weak, why did he surrender so quickly without a blow?

I want to go home and go back to help my parents with some things, so that I feel better. Staying here every day and wasting time, in addition to deep regret, but there is no enthusiasm for struggle. My heart has long been numb, and I have begun to bear everything. Even when I occasionally remembered the goal of my previous schooling, I didn't continue to be as powerful as before. It's really indulgent and depressed. When I look at the banner in the class, it is so true: self-indulgence is self-destruction. Is there still a chance for change? Is there still a chance to turn over? Why can't I be consistent with my own learning? What is it for? Why is everything so messy? The mind is so messy, everything has changed color.

Ideals, realities, and the insurmountable wall of life are in between. I really want to go back to the past, and I am very fulfilling from morning to night, learning happily and playing happily. It will not sink into sorrow, and every day is like a blooming flower. But everything is in the past, and nothing will be done again. I've always cherished this fond memory, and I'm afraid that time will quickly dilute it and never get it back. What else can I do? Would you rather stand up again? It's so depressed and tiring every day. When will this burden be shaken off happily? Thinking about it over and over again.

Li Na, the world's highest-ranked Chinese tennis player, has been sticking to her dream for more than a decade, and now she has really achieved it. Yao Qifeng, an ordinary and persistent ballet girl, is only ten years old, but she already knows how to work hard for her ideals and practice dance. Step by step towards the dream. Liu Wei, who played a piano music that surpassed ordinary people with his toes, could still play perfectly without arms, interpreting his belief that he was not dead, that is, wonderful words. In life, maybe everyone is very ordinary, but everyone is always working hard for their ideals, what about me!

Whoever has the courage to face his life and death has the hope of success. I don't care about my physical defects, but I overcome difficulties for my dreams and beliefs. Are we in good health, do we still remember our dreams and are willing to fight for them?

When the kite of dreams takes off, the thread is in your hands. When the wind is strong, you should fly higher, and you should run as hard as you can. What others say, as long as you stick to your dreams. As long as you don't cut the string of the kite, no matter how strong the wind is, it will not stop pulling the thread of the soul.

When everything is clear again, there is no joy, it is a kind of calm, a kind of life perception that has been realized. Loss, depression is always temporary, and the sun will always come again. The wait may be a bit frustrating, but it's all worth it. Fortunately, I have really experienced and realized that this is my own real world.

Bury my former self happily, cross the midnight, and return to reality again, to be my true self.