I still fly
Even if my wings are broken, my heart will still fly.
——Inscription
The endless night eroded my endless sorrow, and there was terrible silence around me. I got up and came to the window.
The wind was very cold, bypassing the undulating curtains and piercing my numb nerves. I shivered and shrank my neck. The lights outside flooded the entire yard into daylight, and the half-bald trees were trembling in the howling autumn wind. A few withered yellow leaves stubbornly held on to their posts, but finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell down, floating on the cold concrete slab.
I sighed, feeling ashamed for the life that disappeared quietly. I don’t understand why when God gives people gifts of victory and joy, there is always failure and bitterness behind them. I can’t get rid of the encroachment of the hands of failure. I am like a lily crying in the wind and rain, weakening my desire for sunshine and my heart. That lasting pride. How many times have I searched hard, and how many times have I been lost? Dreams are like elves with drifting snowflakes. My heart has become cold and my mind is confused...
The wind in the middle of the night feebly stirred the dead leaves lying on the ground. , turning it, turning it again, until it reaches the root of the big tree - it is a tree that bears leaves. I suddenly understood: loss means new gain, decline means new beginning. A yellow leaf has withered, rotted, eroded, and suffered from cold. When spring comes and the flowers bloom, it will be a leaf among the layers of dense shade. Seeing this, I felt relieved.
Failure is a factor of success. Without it, alarm bells will not ring in your ears. Failure is the burden of life. If you carry it for a long time, you will wear out a few more undesirable things on your trekking feet. Some blood blisters. In the haze, I realized the sunshine after the wind and rain. "If you are confident in life for two hundred years, you will be able to swim in the water for three thousand years"! Let freedom and ease go with the wind and rain. As long as youth is still there, I will not be sad. As long as the sunshine is still there, I will not be lonely or rest. Even if I am stuck in the vast desert, the oasis of hope is still there, and my heart is still flying. Thinking of this, I couldn't help laughing.
Looking up, I don’t know when, there are a few more pairs of blinking eyes in the sky. After the darkness, there will be dawn. When the haze disappears, there will still be a rainbow. Only by scouring the wild sand can you find gold. Raise the sail of confidence. , face the difficulties! Don't say goodbye to the field of your soul because of a moment of desolation.
Set off with a smile, even if your wings are broken, your heart will still fly.