Ideal Liusha River Ideal is a stone, knocking out a spark; Ideal is a fire, igniting an extinguished lamp; Ideal is a lamp, lighting up the road at night; Ideal is a road, leading you to dawn. In times of hunger and cold, the ideal is food and clothing; in times of food and clothing, the ideal is civilization. In an era of chaos, the ideal is stability; in an era of stability, the ideal is prosperity. Ideals are like pearls, one by one, connecting the past and the present, and the future, with endless gleaming light. A beautiful string of pearls, the backbone of history, the past reflects on the present, the present reflects on the future, and the ancestors reflect on the descendants. The ideal is a compass, guiding the ship; the ideal is a ship, carrying you on a long journey to the sea. But sometimes ideals are like the arc of the sea and the sky kissing each other. They are just out of reach, torturing your enterprising heart. Ideals make you observe life with a smile; ideals make you stubbornly resist fate. Ideals make you forget your premature gray hair; ideals make you still naive with your gray hair. Ideal is an alarm clock, crushing your golden dream; Ideal is soap, washing away your selfish heart. Ideal is both a kind of gain, and ideal is also a kind of sacrifice. If ideals bring you honor, it is only a by-product of it, but more of a misunderstood loneliness, laughter in loneliness, and bitterness in laughter. Ideals make honest people often suffer misfortunes; ideals make unfortunate people survive in desperate situations. Ordinary people become great because they have ideals; a person with ideals is a "capital person". There are always people in the world who abandon their ideals, but ideals never abandon anyone. To give sinners new life, the ideal is the resurrecting fairy grass; to call the prodigal son back, the ideal is the loving mother. If your ideal has been tarnished, don't be resentful. It's the devil testing your steadfastness. If your ideal has been stolen, don't cry. Go get it back quickly. Be careful in the future! A hero loses his ideals and turns into a mediocre person, boasting disgustingly about his past achievements; a mediocre person loses his ideals and turns into a mediocre person, ridiculously cursing the environment in front of him. If they bloom ideally, peaches and plums will bear sweet fruits; if they sprout ideally, elms and poplars will have deep shade. Please ride on your ideal horse and set off with a whip. The spring scenery is just right on the road and the sun is clear in the sky.
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