Even if the wings are broken, the heart will fly.
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Endless night eroded my endless worries, surrounded by terrible silence, I got up and went to the window.
The wind was so cold that it bypassed the undulating curtains and pierced my numb nerves. I shivered and shrank my neck. The lights outside filled the whole yard with sunlight, the semi-bald trees trembled in the rustling autumn wind, and a few yellow leaves stubbornly stuck to their posts, but in the end they couldn't hold on, falling headlong on the cold concrete floor.
I sighed, ashamed of my life that disappeared quietly, and even more ashamed of my achievements. I don't understand why when God gives people the gift of victory and joy, it is always tied with failure and bitterness. I can't get rid of the bite of the failed hand, just like a lily crying in the wind and rain, which weakens my desire for sunshine and lasting pride in my heart. How many times I searched hard, how many times I was at a loss. My dream is to imagine an elf floating in the snow. My heart is cold and my mind is confused. ...
The wind in the middle of the night feebly tossed the dead leaves lying on the ground, turning and turning until it reached the root of the big tree, which was a tree with leaves. I suddenly understood: loss means new gains, and decline means a new beginning. A yellow leaf withered, rotted, eroded and frozen. When spring blossoms, it will be a layer of shade. Seeing this, I am relieved.
Failure is the factor of success. Without it, the alarm clock won't ring in your ear. Failure is also a burden of life. Carrying it for a long time will grind out several unnecessary blood bubbles on the trudging feet. In the darkness, I felt the sunshine after the storm. "Confidence in life for 200 years will be like hitting water for 3,000 years"! Let the free and easy walk with the wind and rain. As long as my youth is still there, I won't be sad. As long as the sun is still there, I will not be lonely and will not stop. Even if I am trapped in the vast desert, the oasis of hope is still there, and my heart is still flying. Thought of here, I can't help laughing.
Looking up, I don't know when a pair of blinking eyes appeared in the sky. After the darkness comes the dawn, when the haze disappears, it is still a rainbow. When you run out of crazy sand, raise your confident sail and face difficulties, you will get gold! Don't bid farewell to the field of the soul because of the temporary desolation.
Start with a smile, even if the wings are broken, the heart will fly.