Everyone has an ideal, no matter the emperor or the grass people.
Ideal can be as big as a pine tree, facing the frost and snow, standing on the lofty ridge. The ideal can be as small as a grass, with tender leaves buried in the soil and roots reaching out to the earth.
If a person does not have lofty ideals and ambitions, he will become short-sighted and even accomplish nothing in his life.
But you can't have too many ideals, too many words will become empty talk. At the same time, we can't put our ideals in a remote corner like throwing things, nor can we let them go forever like running water flowing east. Take me for example. When I know Hua and Qian Xuesen, I want to be a scientist and benefit mankind. After studying Lin and Nightingale, I want to be angels in white to save people. After watching "Never Die Radio" and "Shangganling", I want to be a revolutionary and a hero admired by everyone ... I have too many ideals and my attitude towards them is impetuous, so I haven't even realized any of them yet, and I don't even know what my ideals are.
So I want to warn my friends like me that since they have ideals, they should have the courage to break through clouds and fog like eagles. Like a sword, there is wine to ask the lofty sentiments of heaven; Like a knife, it has the power to cut iron like mud; Like a halberd, you have the chivalry to turn the tide!
In reality, there are still some people who often complain about the injustice of heaven, that they were born at the wrong time and failed to catch up with the good times, and that they are the pearl of the night buried deep in the dust. So, how far is the distance between ideal and reality? Physical scales can never be measured and can never be perceived by the naked eye, but our thoughts and beliefs can shorten their mileage. In my opinion, a man who struggles for his ideals is a brave boxer. Although he was black and blue, he still had to stand up bravely, look forward to the wind and face the challenge.
Poet Li Bai, in pursuit of romantic, elegant and bohemian poetry, can be as cruel and pale as a ferocious and terrible hell and gradually deprive the world of its dreams until its spirit is almost pale and its mind is completely numb. However, Li Bai is still drunk with a knife and water, embracing the bright moon and pursuing the fire of ideals and poetry.
Looking back, there were many difficulties and hardships, but groups of outstanding Chinese sons and daughters emerged. They carry bullets; They were killed in the crisis; Their blood is boiling to save the world. They fought for their ideals, leaving behind monumental monuments. Their lofty ideals lead them to a glorious path. People of all ages admire their great achievements; People who have experienced vicissitudes lament their lofty ideals. ...
From it, we can see that the ideal is a bright color in the darkness; Ideal is a ray of sunshine in the dark.
Friends! Since we have lofty ideals and immortal beliefs, we must bravely go on and fight against disdain, regardless of whether there will be cold wind and rain behind us, whether there will be bumps under our feet, and what difficulties and setbacks we will encounter ahead. Please remember, don't be discouraged, how can you see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain! Frustration will not stop us, on the contrary, it will give us a maturity that has changed a lot.
Friends! As long as we have lofty ideals, we can find the right direction, no matter the ups and downs outside, how can it get wet with the flame of youth in our hearts!