To the ideal
Wang Guozhen (Miao Weiguang)
You are not a misty dream in myth
You are a burning ball in reality The flame
When you flash in the vast night sea
It is a silent call to me
So, I set sail towards you
< p>With incomparable perseverance and courageMaybe on the way
The wind and rain will tear the sail to pieces
Maybe on the way
The bad waves will Break the mast
But what can never be broken is the spine
What can never be torn is faith
The boat cuts through the waves in the wind and rain
Oh, I am Haiyan
——I am Haiyan
1. The ideal sail
(Zhao Yifan)
When God gave me life
and let me live in the world
Fate destined me to wander
That persistent belief shows my unchanging heart
So
In the unfathomable blue soft waves
there was a stubborn and silly little white sail
I raised the white sail
I also raised my ideals, beliefs and pursuits
Let’s set off
Let the sea breeze accompany the swirling autumn leaves
Let the splashing snow waves and the cries of seagulls
A peaceful home
cannot be my eternal destination
Forward, forward
No matter the storm that is about to hit us
No matter the long-awaited bloody mouth in front of us
No matter how many hardships and hardships are ahead< /p>
It cannot stop my determination to sail away
2. Ideals
(Zhang Kangwei? Jin Shasha)
People without ideals are like vegetation.
It grows in spring and withers in autumn.
It cannot summarize life.
It cannot raise hope in the face of despair.
A person without ideals is like running water.
Why can’t you hear its singing?
It turns out that it has become a filthy pond gradually blocked by real sand
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A person without ideals is like an empty house
Without an owner, it has tightly closed doors and windows,
dust accumulates on the four walls of life,
There is knocking on the door outside, but there is no sound inside.
Then open it, life is shouting:
Let a spirit from the evil distance
invade his heart and torture him enough,
Because he saw heaven on earth.
Ideal is a maze, according to its logic
The further you go, the less you will reach your destination.
Oh, ideal, what a beautiful feeling,
But when it flows into the ice cave of reality,
what you see is the northern wasteland,
Let your rich heart go bankrupt.
"I am a most reasonable assumption,
I stand on solid soil,"
But reality is an insidious quicksand,
Only muddy feet can pass through it.
"I show people the noble path,
My light can clear your fog,"
No matter how many people sacrifice their lives for her,
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Our wisdom finally comes from questioning.
Without a doubt? Then follow her,
It's like chasing a will-o'-the-wisp and not knowing which end it will reach.