Maybe I am weak, but who knows the stubbornness in my bones? I don't want to bow my head. That's a person's dignity. Only in this way, you won't feel ashamed when you write the word "person", at least you can strut.
That is the inheritance of the Chinese nation for thousands of years, that is the character of the descendants of the Chinese people, and that is the respect and pride of the descendants of the dragon.
Hundreds of years of sandstorms have covered the camel bells in the western regions, hundreds of years of westerly winds have blown away the figure of shepherds on crutches, hundreds of years of ups and downs have wiped out the blood in the storm pavilion, and hundreds of years of ebb and flow have drowned the sighs in Lingdingyang.
It was an ancient nation that interpreted tenacity and unyielding. It was an era that told about the beauty of life, and it was a generation of heroes who interpreted the tenacity of life.
For cowards, ups and downs mean the sky were to fall, and hardships made a generation of heroes. Even if we can't tell whether the times created heroes or heroes created the times, what we see from them is their unyielding fate, which is the bright spot handed down from generation to generation.
Born on the Atlantic coast, Mr. and Mrs. Wimbledon are burdened with irresistible wishes. Their lives are more like chips of fate. Even if they are weak, they will fly over Wang Yang and struggle to survive in the wind and rain. Many wenbirds flap their wings before falling into the sea. The distance they fly is like a deep forest full of thorns. They can hardly see the light of hope, but let their songs break through the dark clouds and live in them. Those disdain for risk and challenges to fate have been floating on the channel where sailors pass.
Too many people gradually lower their noble heads in the face of bad luck, but more people can survive the rescue. They know with confidence that fate is falling on their tight encirclement, and the smile on their faces is touching, because they have been trying to live their own lives, not giving up, not giving up.
I was silent when I saw the vivid lives disappearing on the cold railway tracks. Maybe he is too tired to live any longer. Only in heaven can he find his dream house facing the sea in spring, which is the destination of his life, and then he will find the happiness he thinks. But I want to ask you, is this life over in a hurry? If you have the courage to die, why not live? I feel sad, for you and for your gorgeous life.
Jimmy said in The Well of Hope: When I fell into a deep well, I shouted and waited for help. . . . . . . It was dark, and I looked down sadly, only to find that the water was full of twinkling stars. I met the best surprise in the deepest despair.
Therefore, the dilemma is not a desperate situation. I never remember how many raindrops floated on my chest and how many winds sounded in my ears. Perhaps in the depression of life, you will find a beautiful country opening its arms to you!