I read some articles written by some elders who have passed away in their youth to miss the gorgeous youth, on the one hand, they feel sad for their declining days and no longer in their youth, and at the same time, they are also happy to celebrate their youth, standing on the incomparably gorgeous flowing water of youth, and there can also be three thousand waves, stirring up the blue sky, pouring thousands of miles of blood, and there can also be soft waves of lotus, trickling the moon, and the warmth of the blue river around the mountain,-- but there are both "lessons from the past" We must avoid repeating the past, now we must cherish the peerless and precious years of youth, do a good job now, do not forget the momentum of youth and be timid, no matter what climb high and look far, look down on the world, scold Fang Xuan, gallop on the battlefield, or what screen window lights, beach walk, flowers before the moon, classroom burying, all have to go through, feel the different processes of life splendid, so that you are not young in vain!

For example, it is impossible for an ordinary young man to go to Europe or the United States to experience the exotic customs of the West, to take a plane to feel the fun of flying in the sky, and to climb the roof of the world to feel the shock of the world's peak...... Therefore, we should not give up those things that can be done, the result is not very important,-- the plan is in the people, the success is in the sky - the result of life is the same, life, life is a process of struggle and enjoyment --

Love is an indispensable emotion, a dependence, a shock, and a comfort that people in ancient and modern times, at home and abroad, in heaven and on earth; And now, in this world of material abundance, overflowing desires, and gold power first, all the originally beautiful things have been stained with ugliness, and even soaked in blood and bones, and the love that pins the beautiful hopes of human beings is not spared,-- so human beings are really sad, pitiful, pity, and lamentable,-- it is precisely because of this that the campus, which may be the only place where there is still purity, innocence, sincerity, and eternity, should sincerely experience that unique and wonderful emotion!

What is love? This philosophical question, which has plagued people for thousands of years and has been answered in thousands of wonderful ways, is actually very simple, but people in the world always like to play tricks on the mysterious, and replace simplicity with complexity -- thinking that this is the so-called learning and cultivation. Love is not the impulse of a teenager, it is not a secular delicacies of the mountains and seas, fine clothes and food, fragrant cars and BMWs, and spending money - this is not that I am angry and rich, because most of those guys are only motivated by the superficial temptation of material things and a kind of spiritual loneliness, and love does not have to be a husband and wife who share hardships and hardships or go through ups and downs together--- which should be said to be a responsibility. What is love? This is vague and ethereal with my shallow knowledge and humble experience, love is a kind of collision of hearts, deep identity, soul communication, wordless tacit understanding, eternal belief,-- perhaps, love is really destined fate in the past life, is the most mysterious, pure, most elegant, most eternal, and most beautiful gift to human beings in the underworld,-- so to speak, I feel that love in this world is only left in the legends of the past, the rumors of others and the imagination of the present!

What is the tragedy? Perhaps it is that he suddenly understands that the emperor's new clothes, which have been praised by everyone, are wearing nothing at all, and it seems that only he knows it, and everyone else regards him as a madman, and he has to praise himself loudly for the sake of his life, for the sake of his relatives and friends--this is the bondage and narrowness of the flesh, and perhaps some religions believe that people are born to suffer, and this is because the flesh is tired. If you want to be noble, you must follow Qu Yuan's example of throwing himself into the river to maintain his innocence, or learn from Tao Yuanming's example of hiding in the deep mountains but still complaining? Even if I am the only one in the world who sees clearly, I will hide my ignorance of this "city", and I don't have to be pessimistic, after all, there are still many beautiful scenery and true poetry in the world.

Youth is at the right time, and the day is empty; Determined to be lofty, forge ahead and never slacken; Brave all kinds of things, the years are wonderful; Dedication and effort, no regrets to see the leisure; When the candle is gone, smile calmly!

I sat down on the side of the road to write, and I couldn't remember what to write for a moment.

The shaded road, by the roadside is my cottage, the windows are open, the first rays of sunlight follow the swaying green shadow of the Sanssouci tree, walk in and stand in front of me, look at me for a moment, and pounce on my arms to be coquettish. Then he slipped over my manuscript, leaving a golden kiss mark on his parting.

Dawn emerges around my work. The flowers of the field, the colors of the clouds, the cool morning breeze, and the residual sleepiness blend together in the pages of my book. The caress of the rising sun stretched like green vines around my handwriting.

There was a constant stream of pedestrians in front of me. Chenguang blessed them and said sincerely: I wish them a smooth journey. Birds are singing auspicious songs. On both sides of the road, hope-like flowers bloomed. Everyone said at the beginning of the journey: Rest assured, there is nothing to fear.

The vast universe sings for a smooth trip. The radiant sun drove across the endless clear sky. The whole world seemed to cheer for the victory of the Emperor of Heaven. Dawn smiled and groaned, stretching out his arms to the sky, pointing to the infinite future and pointing the way to the world. Dawn is the hope of the world, the solace, the praise of the day, every day opens the door to the golden east of the east, brings the gospel of heaven to the world, sends the nectar to be absorbed, and at the same time, the fragrance of the fairyland flower awakens the fragrance of mortal flowers. Dawn is a blessing on the journey of the world, a blessing from the bottom of my heart.

The figure of the world's traveler falls on my work. They don't take anything away. They forget their sorrows and sorrows, and leave behind the burden of life in every moment. Their laughter and sorrow sprouted in my manuscript. They forget the ballads they sang and leave their love behind.

Yes, they have nothing but love. They love the road under their feet, love the ground they have stepped on, and hope to leave footprints. The tears of his parting fertilized the foothold. On both sides of the road they walked, new flowers bloomed. They love strangers on the same road. Love is the driving force for them to move forward, to eliminate the fatigue of their journey. The beauty of the world, like the love of the mother, accompanies them, beckoning them to come out of the gloom of their minds, and hug them from behind.

If love is locked, the journey of the world is immediately stopped. If love is buried in the grave, the traveler is a tombstone that falls on the grave. Just as the ship is characterized by being steered and sailing, love is not allowed to be confined, only pushed forward. The bond of love is powerful enough to shatter all bonds. Under the influence of sublime love, the rope of small love breaks, and the world moves otherwise it will be crushed by its own weight.

As the travelers marched, I leaned against the window to see them laughing and heard them weeping sadly. Love that makes people cry can also erase the tears in people's eyes and promote the brilliance of smiles. Laughter, tears, sunshine, rain and dew make the "beautiful" forest flowers around me bloom.

Love doesn't make people cry all year round. The love that brings you to tears because of the parting of one person leads five people to you. Love says: Look closely, they are by no means inferior to the one who is gone. But your eyes are clouded with tears, and you can't see anyone, so you can't love. You don't even want to do anything. You turn back and sit abruptly, with no intention of continuing the journey of life. However, love wins in the end and pulls you on the road, and you can't always put your face on death.

At dawn, the traveler who is full of joy sets out to go to a distant land, and it is a long way to go. Without their love along the way, they can't finish the long way. Because they love the road, they feel pleasure in every step they take, and they keep moving forward, and because they love the road, they are reluctant to walk, they can't lift their legs, and they have the illusion of taking a step, and what they have already obtained will probably never be obtained again. However, when you go forward, you forget about it, and take a step to eliminate any sorrow. At first they sobbed out of fear, and there was no other reason for that.

You see, the mother walks on the road of the world with the baby in her arms. Who connects mother and child? Who guides the mother through the child? Who puts the baby in the mother's arms, and the road is as warm as the bedroom? Is it love that turns the thistle under the mother's feet into a flower! But why does the mother misunderstand? Why does the mother think that the child means the end of her "infinity"?

On the long road, the children of the mortal world gathered together to have fun. A child takes the mother's hand and enters the child's kingdom - where an inexhaustible source of comfort is stored. Because of the delicate faces, it is like a paradise in heaven. They jostly competed for the moon in the sky, and there were waves of laughter and laughter everywhere. But listen, on the side of the road, the cry of lovely, helpless children! Disease invades their skin, damaging their soft limbs like petals. Their delicate throats could not make a sound, they wanted to cry, and the cry died in their throats. Savage adults abuse them in a variety of ways.

We are all born to be travelers, and if the Almighty Emperor compels us to trude on an endless road, if the harsh doom grabs us by the hair and drags us forward, what can we do as weakling? Regardless of the dangers and hardships on the way, we move forward with love. Although sometimes it is unbearable, there is love reaching out from all directions. Let us learn to respond to the call of tireless love, not to fall into confusion, not to let the tragic oppression bind us with chains!

I sat beside the cries and joys of the endless stream of travelers, watching, pondering, and loving. ”

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