What is the full text of Gorky's Man?

A \r\n\r\n? Whenever I am exhausted, those smoky memories will come to my memory and make me disheartened, but my thoughts are like the cold and heartless sun in autumn, shining on the chaotic world, hovering ominously over the chaotic world, unable to continue to rise or fly forward. Whenever I am in this exhausting and difficult time, I always call the majestic image of people to me. \r\n people! There seems to be a sun rising in my chest, and people are walking leisurely in this dazzling sunshine! Keep going up! Sad and perfect person! \ r \ nI saw his arrogant forehead, bold and deep eyes, shining with fearless thoughts and majestic power. This kind of power can create God when people are tired and depressed, and overthrow God when people are refreshed. \ r \ n In a desolate universe, he stood alone in a land that galloped away to the depths of infinite space at an unattainable speed, thinking about a painful question: "Why do I exist?" -He bravely stepped forward! Keep going up! -We should uncover all the mysteries of the world and the sky we met along the way. \ r \ nHe stepped forward, watered his arduous, lonely and heroic journey with painstaking efforts, and blossomed poetry with the burning blood in his chest. He skillfully composed the depressed voice from restless heart into music, and he created science according to his own experience. Every step he takes, he decorates his life better and shines the earth with its light as generously as the sun. He keeps going, keeps going up, keeps going! He is the guiding light on the earth? \ r \ nHe only relies on the power of thought, which is sometimes as fast as lightning and sometimes as quiet as a cold sword-a free and arrogant person walks far in front of others, lives in life, lives alone in the mystery of life and falls into countless fallacies? All this is like a stone hitting his proud heart, hurting his heart, torturing his brain, making him feel ashamed and calling him to eliminate all his mistakes. \ r \ nHe is moving forward! Instinct clamored in his chest: self-esteem grumbled in disgust, like a shameless beggar begging; Secular desires cling to his heart like vines, sucking his blood dry and demanding loudly to yield to their strength? Both emotions want to control him; Everything is eager to be the master of its own soul. \ r \ All kinds of trifles in life, like mud and ugly toads on the road, stand in his way. \ r \ Like the planet around the sun, all kinds of products of human creative spirit surround him layer by layer: his love is never enough; Friendship wavered and followed him at a distance; Hope to walk in front of him wearily; With a scowl on his face and hatred, the chains of patience in his hand jingled; But faith stared at his anxious face with black eyes, waiting for him to throw himself into his quiet arms? \ r \ nHe knows his poor entourage-all the products of his creative spirit are deformed, imperfect and lame. \ r \ They wear rags of the old truth, suffer from all kinds of prejudice poisons, and follow their thoughts with hostility, but they can never catch up with the leap of thought, just like crows can't catch up with the soaring of eagles. They argue about who should take the lead, but it is difficult to merge with them into a creative flame. \ r \ Human beings also have an eternal companion, that is, the silent and mysterious death, who is ready to kiss his ardent soul eager for life at any time. \ r \ nHe knows his immortal attendant, and finally, he knows a product-madness? \ r \ Crazy is like a powerful whirlwind. It looks at people with hostile eyes, tries to stir up thoughts and insists on dragging her to its barbaric dance? \ r \ The only idea is a man's girlfriend, and he will never break up with her. Only the flame of thought can illuminate the obstacles he encountered on his way, reveal the mystery of life, uncover the mystery of nature and clear the dark chaos in his heart. \ r \ Thought is a man's free girlfriend. She observes everything with keen eyes everywhere and explains everything mercilessly: \ r \ n "Love is playing a cunning and vulgar trick, trying to possess her lover, always trying to belittle others and wronged herself, but behind her lies a dirty face full of lewdness. \r\n "Hope is timid and powerless, but what hides behind her is her own sister-lies; Lies are dressed in ancient costumes and beautifully dressed, always ready to comfort and deceive everyone with sweet words. "\ r \ nThought saw its caution, its indifference and empty curiosity, as well as the rotten spots of jealousy and the seeds of slander arising from it in the fragile friendship heart. \ r \ nThought saw the power of fierce hatred, and she knew that if she took off the handcuffs put on by hatred, it would destroy everything in the world, even the bud of justice. \ r \ nThought found that inflexible beliefs desperately grab unlimited power in order to enslave all feelings. It hides a pair of evil claws, its heavy wings are weak and its empty eyes turn a blind eye. \ r \ nThought also struggles with death: it makes animals become adults, creates gods, creates philosophical systems and the key to the mysteries of the world-science, freedom and immortal thoughts hate and are hostile to death-which is useless but often so ignorant and cruel. \ r \ Death is like a scavenger of the mind. She lingers in the corner of the front and back of the house, putting worn, rotten and useless waste into her dirty pocket, and sometimes brazenly stealing healthy and solid things. \ r \ Death exudes a rotten stench, wrapped in a frightening shroud, heartless, faceless and elusive, always standing in front of people like a grim and ferocious mystery, and her thoughts are not without jealousy. That creative thought, as bright as the sun and full of the courage of a madman, proudly realized that she would be immortal? \ r \ People with high morale are striding forward in the terrible black fog formed by the mystery of life! Keep going up! Forward forever! Keep going up! \ r \ n \ r \ ner \ r \ n \ r \ nHe is tired, trudging and moaning, his frightened heart is looking for faith, and he is crying out for love to give him gentle caress. \ r \ Three birds bred by weakness-depression, despair and sadness. These three vicious and ugly birds circle around his heart ominously and always sing to him gloomily. The song sings that he is a small beetle with limited knowledge, weak thinking and ridiculous sacred pride. No matter what he does, he will eventually die! \ r \ Hearing this hypocritical and vicious song, his broken heart kept shaking; Doubt stung his heart like a needle, with tears of humiliation shining in his eyes? \ r \ nIf his inner pride is not aroused, people will be forced into the prison of faith by the threat of death, and love will lure him into his arms with a triumphant smile and loudly promise him happiness, so as to cover up his sadness of not being free and his greedy and overbearing lust? \ r \ align hope with lies, praise his joy of peace, and say that peace can be enjoyed by resolving disputes. They hypnotized the sleeping soul with sweet words, pushed him into the quagmire of sweetness and laziness, and let him fall into the clutches of lazy daughters-depression. \ r \ Due to the influence of various shallow feelings, he soon filled his brain and heart with the sweet poison of dirty and shameless lies. Lies openly taught him that there was no other way out except to build comfortable nests like livestock. \ r \ But her thoughts are arrogant, and people are precious to her-so she fought fiercely with lies, and the battlefield was in people's hearts. \ r \ Thoughts chase people like mortal enemies, and tirelessly eat away at his thoughts like moths; Turn his heart into a dry desert and torture him like an executioner. Thoughts use the thirst for truth, the thirst for the severe and wise truth in life as a refreshing agent, and hold their hearts mercilessly. Although truth grows slowly, it is clearly visible through the hazy fog, like a flaming flower cultivated by thought. \ r \ However, if people have been hopelessly poisoned by lies, and gloomily think that the highest happiness in the world is nothing more than full of intestines, and the highest enjoyment is nothing more than eating all day and sitting around enjoying human happiness, then thoughts will sadly hang down their wings and become prisoners of ecstatic feelings, drowsy and let people play with their hearts. \ r \ nA A decadent, vulgar, humble and depressed daughter, like a cloud spreading plague, came at people from all directions and covered his mind, heart and eyes with pungent gray dust. \ r \ Without pride and thought, man is not a man, but his own weakness will turn him into an animal? \ r \ However, once anger is aroused and thoughts are awakened, people will go through countless mistakes alone like thorns, rush into burning doubts alone like sparks, and move on with the rubble of the old truth! \ r \ n Soren, a proud and free man bravely faced the truth and said to his doubts: \ r \ n "You call me weak and have limited knowledge, which is nonsense! My knowledge is developing! I know, see and feel that knowledge is developing on me! I measure the growth of my knowledge according to the severity of my pain. If my knowledge didn't increase, wouldn't I feel more painful than before? \r\n "However, every step I take, I need more, feel more, and deepen my knowledge. The rapid growth of desire means that knowledge is thriving! Now my understanding is like a small spark, so what is it? A spark can start a prairie fire! In the future, I will shine in the flame of the dark universe! And my mission is to light up the whole world, melt countless mysteries in the world, realize my harmony with the world and create my own inner harmony. I want to light up the world. Life on earth is messy and miserable, full of misfortune, humiliation, pain and resentment, just like scabies. I want to sweep all the hateful rubbish on the earth into the past grave! \r\n "All kinds of mistakes and mistakes are like ropes, which bind panicked people together and turn them into a group of bloody, disgusting and devouring animals. My task is to untie these ropes! \r\n "Thought created me to overthrow, destroy and smash all stale, narrow, dirty and ugly things, and create new things on the solid foundation of freedom, beauty and respect for people forged by thought! \r\n "I am a sworn enemy, and I want everyone to capitalize! \r\n "Some people engage in incompetent slave labor in obscurity just to let others enjoy bread and all kinds of spiritual wealth. This life is meaningless, shameful and hateful! \r\n "To hell with all prejudices, prejudices and habits. They are like sticky cobwebs that haunt people's thoughts and lives. They hinder life and force people's will. I have to get rid of them! \r\n "My weapon is thought. I firmly believe that the freedom of thought, the immortality of thought and the creativity of thought will grow forever-this is an inexhaustible source of my strength! \r\n "For me, thought is the only eternal beacon in the dark life that won't deceive me, and it is a beacon among countless shameful fallacies in the world; I saw it burn more and more brightly, gradually and completely illuminating countless secrets. I follow my thoughts and keep moving forward and upward under the inexhaustible light of her! Step forward! \r\n "No matter on earth or in heaven, there is no fortress that thoughts can't conquer, and there is no sacred object that thoughts can't shock! Thought creates everything, which gives her the sacred and inalienable right to destroy everything that may hinder her free growth. \r\n "I realize calmly that prejudice is the shell of all kinds of old truths. Thought once created ancient truths, and it was the flame of thought that burned them to ashes. Countless fallacies hovering in life now are the products of the ashes of the old truth. \r\n "I also realize that winners are not those who reap the fruits of victory, but those who stick to the battlefield? \r\n "I think the meaning of life lies in creation, which is independent and endless! \r\n "I want to move forward, burn brighter and dispel the darkness in my life more thoroughly. Sacrifice is a compliment to me. \r\n "I don't need other compliments. In my opinion, power is shameful and boring, wealth is heavy and ignorant, and honor is a kind of prejudice, which comes from people's lack of love for themselves and from people's servile habits. \r\n "Doubt! You're just sparks of thought coming in and out. In order to test yourself, thought gives birth to you with its remaining strength and raises you with its own strength! \r\n "One day, my emotional world will merge with my immortal thoughts into a huge creative flame in my chest. I will use this flame to burn all the dark, cruel and ferocious things in my soul. I will be exactly the same as the God that my mind has created and is creating now. \r\n "Everything lies in people, and everything is for people!" \ r \ nSo he held his head high with dignity and freedom, took steady and firm steps again, stepped on the stale prejudice that had been reduced to ashes, and marched alone in the gray fog composed of various fallacies and heresies. Behind him is a heavy old dust cloud, and in front of him are countless mysteries waiting for him indifferently. \ r \ They are like countless stars in space, and the road of people is endless! \ r \ People with high morale go forward! Keep going up! Forward forever! Keep going up!