The world will sigh, what kind of faith can last forever. When a giant carries a hoe to grow beans on his shoulder, when a scholar who splashes ink is drunk in the deep alley of mulberry leaves, it looks like a house. Tao Qian with a dull feeling, along the smooth and beautiful river flows to the foot of Nanshan.
Floating in the world, the world of mortals, hermits have nothing to ask for, and with simple beliefs, they create literary giants.
The world will admire, and there is a face that will last forever, bloom on the road of human progress and never fade, and that is the face of people who are obsessed with faith.
Faith is the pillar of success in life. Without faith, life will lose all the wonderful chapters.
In the distance, the green hills are faint, the leaves are rustling, and the crows in the sky are chaotic. I saw that with a wave of his sword, the golden pine of life suddenly withered in the tragic autumn wind. The stalwart body crossed the background of the bloody sunset, the Wujiang River was suffocating, the sky was gloomy, and Wu people cried like their father.
It seems that my ears are still echoing the rhetoric of "pulling out the mountain with great strength and inspiring the deaf", but the eternal tragedy of Farewell My Concubine emerges in front of me. This eternal tragedy only stems from a man's denial of himself. When the Korean flag was hung in the military camp, his faith was moved far away. When Liu Bang's horseshoe rang, our hero ended his glory with the decline of his life. I hate that I can't be born in Wujiang earlier. I hate that I can't fly to Wujiang River. I hate that I hold Wang Xiang's sword with a weak hand and tell him that "winning or losing is a man unexpectedly, and it's a man who is a disgrace". "Jiangdong's children are versatile and it's unknown to make a comeback".
Time flies, and the tragedy of Wang Xiang's wavering faith will eventually fade out of people's sight. Yu said that there is no tragedy, but the tragedy only stems from his vacillation of faith.
As time goes by, the deceased is like a husband. In Long song, there are always those notes that belong to faith. With faith, we can write a magnificent symphony with our lives.
Faith is a lamp that illuminates us; Faith is fire, which warms our hearts. Let the lamp of faith shine forever and let the fire of faith never go out.
Faith will not be broken by bad luck. Tan Qian, a historian of the Ming Dynasty, was determined to write a chronicle of the Ming Dynasty with rich information since he was a child. After decades of investigation, inquiry and compilation, he finally finished a 500-million-word book, The Lack of Country. However, just as the manuscript was about to go to press, an unexpected thing happened. One night, a thief saw that his house was surrounded by walls, thinking that the manuscript locked in the bamboo box was a treasure, he broke into the house and stole the whole bamboo box. More than ten years of hard work has vanished in a blink of an eye, which is a fatal blow to anyone, not to mention that Tan Qianben is already a white-haired old man. However, he was not crushed by bad luck, but returned to his desk to write.
Four years later, a new country was born. He also went down in history for this. The road of life is hard to be smooth, although it is full of thorns and bumps. But as long as we have firm faith, the light of hope will eventually dispel the dark clouds of despair. Even if there are more difficulties and hardships ahead, even if there are more storms ahead, they will persist in their pursuit and have no regrets.
The value of life lies not in the glory after success, but in the pursuit itself, and in the process of establishing and persisting in faith. The backbone of faith supports the unyielding soul; Faith is a bright lamp, shining on the expectant mind; Faith is a road sign, guiding the way forward. Faith is to life what a helmsman is to a ship. Without a helmsman, the ship will lose its way in the sea; Faith is to life what wings are to birds. Birds cannot fly high without wings. Life is like a song, and faith is like a tune. A song without melody can never be a real song, and a life without faith will never be meaningful. Faith is like the wings of a dream. With faith, you can see through the clouds; With faith, we can ride the wind and waves and reach the other side of the ideal.
● Composition comments:
Where is the content of the original? Why didn't you see the introduction?