Smiling and facing life

Time flies, quietly, and silently passed for a year, leisurely, flashing past, and now I do not know how to face the day after day.

Twilight, under the light, in the pile of books, I wrote a book, a lamp like a bean, a book like a sail, in the aria that I did not know where I came from outside the window, I already heard a trace of embarrassment. In the face, it is a topic that has never changed.

Looking up and looking up at the night sky, I saw that when I was in a round of a crescent moon, I couldn’t help but think of the genius poet Li Taibai, who was a "three-person" movie. He was only talented in his life but only in the face of poetry. He has only such a lonely sigh, it is embarrassing.

Back in the flashing lights, I faintly followed the pace of Cao Cao's march, and I was caught in the sergeant's pawn. I was arrogant and arrogant, and my ambition was still unrequited. The rivers that have passed away in the east, the vastness of the sky, the laughter, the "old sorrows, the ambitions of thousands of miles; the martyrs of the following year, the heart of the heart", the rhetoric of the words, really makes people shock.

I also smiled so much and bowed my head. It is also the battlefield, and it is the Jinge Iron Horse, but the figure on the horseback is not as tall as the glory of the past. It turned out to be Napoleon, a generation of heroes born in the fire of guns and guns. In the troubled times, a former boy who broke the aristocrats in Corsica, away from his homeland, wandered around his hometown. Nowadays, he dragged his short body and leaned against the horses on the land of Europe, and spent his life. Although he is ridiculous and arrogant in the eyes of others, he is still firmly on his iron-like will to embark on the peak of Europe and the world. This is a frank and arduous confrontation.

Passing through the knife and shadow, my thoughts began to guide me, guiding me to the gradually clear figure - Hawking, his situation is believed to have been familiar to everyone, 21 years old was imprisoned in a wheelchair due to illness, 43 When he was completely deprived of his ability to speak, such a miserable life, he always pursued the ultimate truth with a firm will that ordinary people could not imagine. If you are, how would you face it? Or vain, or end, but he chose to bloom, like a winter plum blossoming in the winter, bloom!

Washing away the glitz of history, in the gradually mottled book, how many bitterness, how many embarrassment, how many confusions we have encountered, but how many vain, how many ends, how much to give up, how much helplessness is carried by history, remembered by the world ? Maybe history will never be favored by a certain certain, but it is certain that history will not let go of that indomitable soul!

In the face of life, Wen Tianxiang chose to die in a big way, like the Taishan Mountain; in the face of death, Hawking chose the life without hesitation, and reborn; in the face of sorrow, Beethoven resolutely chose happiness, Nirvana rebirth; ......

History is like a mirror reflecting the vicissitudes of the times, like a bright light shining through the past and the future, and in the long history of rolling, what we have to do is face, face the past unhappiness, forget; face the present All kinds of difficulties, broken; facing the future of various dreams, to achieve. Let history also praise our face-to-face festival!