Ideal is a stone, which strikes a spark;
Ideal is fire, which lights the extinguished lamp;
Ideal is a lamp, which illuminates the way forward;
Ideal is the road that leads you to the dawn.
in the age of hunger and cold, the ideal is to have enough food and clothing;
in the age of food and clothing, the ideal is civilization;
in the era of chaos, the ideal is stability;
in a stable era, the ideal is prosperity.
Ideals are like pearls, one is connected with another.
They run through the past and the present, connecting the future, and the sky is endless.
the beautiful pearl chain is the backbone of history.
The past shines on the present, the present shines on it, and the ancestors shine on their descendants.
Ideal is compass, which guides the ship;
the ideal is a ship, which carries you to the sea for a long journey.
But the ideal is sometimes the arc of the kiss between the sea and the sky.
It is out of reach and torments your heart.
Ideal makes you observe life with a smile,
Ideal makes you stubbornly resist fate.
Ideal makes you forget that your temples are gray early;
Ideal makes you white-headed and naive.
Ideal is an alarm clock, which breaks your golden dream;
Ideal is soap, which washes away your selfishness.
Ideal is both an acquisition and a sacrifice.
If an ideal brings you honor,
it's just a by-product,
and it brings more misunderstood loneliness,
laughter in loneliness and bitterness in laughter.
ideals often make honest people suffer misfortune;
ideals save the unfortunate.
Ordinary people are great because they have ideals;
A person with an ideal is a "capitalized person".
There are always people in the world who abandon their ideals.
Ideals never abandon anyone.
Give sinners a new life, and the ideal is the immortal grass that revives the soul.
Call the prodigal son back, and the ideal is the loving mother.
The ideal is defiled, so don't resent it.
That's an evil spirit testing your faithfulness.
The ideal has been pickpocketed, so don't cry.
Go and get it back, and be careful in the future!
Heroes lose their ideals and become mediocrities.
They gloat about their exploits in those years.
A mediocre person loses his ideal and lives in mediocrity,
ridiculously cursing the immediate environment.
ideal flowering, peaches and plums should bear sweet fruits;
in the ideal budding, Populus ulmoides will have shade.
Please ride on the ideal horse and start with a whip.
It's just spring on the road and the sun is sunny in the sky.