In the face of life, in the face of setbacks, in the face of nothing, I understand the bitterness of life and helplessness. Walking in the moonlight, looking at the lights, there is always some guilt in my heart, time is not returning, the years are lost under the night sky, we are waiting for something, waiting for nothingness, waiting for the gift of death, but we are surviving in existence, seeking the so-called survival.
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The wind and rain rise, the shower also, the observer has no request, know me for the survival has been. Hardness makes hardness, and a hundred practices make hardness. The most painful thing in life is not the desolation of the cowherd and the Weaver Girl, nor the joy of debauchery, but the lack of choice in the face of choice. When we flash gorgeous moment, in addition to applause is flowers, who knows the scars behind the hero.
He was the son of a mountain farmer, living under extremely difficult conditions, and his growth was itself a miracle, an untold secret. When he was a child, he was naughty enough to be called a fool. Under the care of his parents, he made self-improvement. At the age of six, he was abandoned by his cousin and his childhood friends because he was not good at speaking. From then on, he bid farewell to the happiness of childhood and entered the dark period of childhood. He suffered loneliness and pain alone. For twelve years, no one knew his grievances. Only his heart knew the tears left in his heart. His life almost entered collapse due to the ridicule of his teachers and the oppression of his classmates in primary school. Into silence, into the face of loneliness alone. Silence did not mean that he gave up, but in silence to pay, from then on lonely let him like the text, like a person quiet creation. At the age of twelve, he entered junior high school, his composition role transformation fast, filial piety and gratitude combination, deeply loved by teachers; During middle school, he was not as happy as other children, so naive, but more mature, more persistent, he has his own space, that is, text, his liberal arts in addition to English, basically ranked in the top three, not good at speech, not good at communicating with people, in the difficult road of life alone to bear the so-called difficulties. His good psychological quality, his solid cultural foundation in three years of middle school and his simple and sincere writing in nine years have created his communication ability to be good at speech and debate. At the age of 13, he participated in the county's Chinese knowledge competition on behalf of his grade and won the second place in the county's Chinese knowledge competition with 143.5 points. At the age of 14, he won the second prize in the county's primary and secondary school composition competition with a drug and life cry. At the age of 14, he wrote a youth, I write for you. He won the third prize in the National Composition Competition of Primary and Secondary Schools in Heilongjiang Province. A conquest, a shining honor opened the door to his literature. From then on, he took a firm step towards literature.
At the age of 18, he entered the Chinese Department of Normal University to study. He loved words, indulged in literature, and he was an outstanding theoretical student. He was an experienced literary theory. Poetry appreciation was the highest lyric of his emotions. At the age of 18, his mentality had matured. He understood the oppression of life. To live better in the future, he must work hard. Eighteen years old, the most colorful years of college, the most happy years, but he chose to pay, chose selfless, every night do not know tired of the pen gallop, eighteen years old, published poetry border guards, publicity youth, soul messenger and so on more than 30 articles; prose youth road has you, not alone, love, thank you and so on. Became a famous poet in the school, he was good at doing ideological work, good at speech, university along the way, he fruitful.
At the age of 18, in November, he was introduced by his teacher to work in the Municipal Writers Association. On his way to work, he won many honors for himself and his unit with pure words. In September, he was specially transferred to the newspaper to participate in the work (belonging to civil servants). He was conscientious in his work and deeply loved by leaders and his colleagues. In 2009, he was appointed as the leader of the three editorial groups. In 2010, he gave up his favorite profession for love and left the newspaper. In 2012, due to love, He lost everything, his career and his love. In 2012, he used his own hands to make the final fight for his second venture, and his life fell into the trap again. Nothing made him learn not to yield and learn to be strong. He is no one else, he is me, a man who will not yield.
The so-called pain let me understand the so-called reality, this is me, young heart will not bow because of frustrations, as long as alive, as long as there is a breath, I will carry on with entrepreneurship to the end.
We can shed tears, leaving silent tears, we can talk, talk about our unknown pain, we can be silent, put all a person to bear, but we can not choose to abandon, can not fall on the starting line, with fragile face does not matter. Life for each of us will not be calm, smooth sailing. Mentality determines our thinking, and thinking determines our pace of progress. The key to treating people and things depends on attitude. Gratitude is the foundation of career success, and mentality is the long-term guarantee of career.
The vicissitudes of life will not give us pity, ruthless will not give us sympathy, the sea will not give us smooth sailing, heaven will not give us good weather, reality will not give us the so-called wishes come true. All of this is to change their own, in the experience of choosing strong. Willow Yiyi, not the spring breeze awakened his soul, but he was strong in the glorious bloom, flowers bloom for him. The meaning of life is not that we hold a good hand, but that we play a bad hand. We are not rich second generation, our father is not a millionaire, they are born in the mountains, grow up in the mountains, face the loess back to the sky, created the spark of life. Put away their own vulnerability, strong to live out of their own.
Lights dim, who is writing for you, busy traffic, who is waiting for you, my pen is not wonderful pen flowers, my pen is not spring flowers. I am waiting quietly, waiting quietly for you to shine when the flowers bloom. Three years ago, I will not forget this sentence, you used your life to exchange for my existence today, I will use this life to realize your wish, next year flowers bloom, is for you to bloom. Dancing is youth, publicity is personality, you quietly leave that moment, I use tears for you practice. Life on the road, I grew up, understand the meaning of existence.
Drifting in the sea of words, I found my true self, between the lines floating with my wine love, once geometry, I was crazy in words, once geometry, drunken midnight bell, I knocked out my own life. Confused life lost me. Dark night, sleeping face holds up a heart that does not give up. I am used to sleepless nights, I am used to night company, wine slightly drunk, midnight bell why not a beautiful scenery.
Young on the road, a little more childish, a little less thoughtful. Love on the road more than a pain, a little less unknown happiness. The long night, I have asked myself several times, how should I face. Nothing of the day, I learned to cherish, nothing of the day I experienced what is lonely. Nothing let me know the difficulties of their existence, love on the road you chose to make trouble, I have chosen career.
Eyes in tears, but the heart for you umbrella, your happiness is the greatest happiness of my life, I love you, not want to have you, but hope you happy than me. Infatuated love, infatuated love. Leave me. I respect your choice. On the stormy road, I'll fly high and leave your world. I can't give you the life you want, I can't give you the understanding I want.
I don't need you to be beautiful, I need you to know the value of my existence, I don't need you to worry about me, I just need you to understand me. I don't need you to cook for me. I just need you to give me a little care. I'm satisfied. Leave me, with your hope, I'll whip for you. May you be better than me.
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