Ai Qing, if I were a bird, I should also sing with a hoarse throat: this land that was attacked by the storm, this river of sadness and indignation that always surges on us, this restless wind, and the incomparably gentle dawn from the forest ................................................................................................................ Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply. ...
ichthyolite
How lively and energetic the movements are, jumping in the waves and floating in the sea; Unfortunately, when a volcano erupts, or it may be an earthquake, you lose your freedom and are buried in the dust; Hundreds of millions of years later, the geological exploration team found you in the rock strata, still lifelike. But you are silent, even without a sigh, and your scales and fins are intact, but you can't move; You are absolutely still, unresponsive to the outside world, unable to see the sky and water, and unable to hear the sound of the waves. Staring at a fossil, fools also learned a lesson: without exercise, there is no life. To live is to struggle, to advance in the struggle, and to use energy cleanly before death comes.