Only when the person stands up can the world belong to him.

I often cry for my own smallness for no reason.

I am very small. This is a topic that we are difficult to avoid as ordinary people. We are growing in this vast universe, and the stars in the universe are like the sands of the mountains. It is difficult for us to become stars. The stars shine like diamonds in the sky of the dark curtain. When it comes out, the people all over the world stare at it and smirk, the children laugh, and the lovers laugh.

And we.

When I was sitting in the back seat of the bus and looking at the back of the window, I thought about it, or the fate of passing by was just like a small paper boat drifting down the river, gazing at the surprise. It suddenly left and disappeared into the light and shadow of the waves. Sitting on the bus, I am always thinking about the relationship between people, the connection between people and life, the relationship between people and society.

Finally, in the setting sun, the shadows of the trees, the dusk of the clouds, I realized the mystery of living. There are too many people in the world. Everyone has different faces, the same tools, and the various styles that make up the face. The people in this world are always on the streets, and they are running their own great future without exception. They used their own feet to accumulate step by step, creating a colorful life.

Perhaps, only when people stand up, the world belongs to him.

When we first stood up, we never expected the significance of this station. Our unintentional stop determines the habit of standing up and walking. We are no longer crawling aimlessly. We learn to stand like a "person". Perhaps, only then will we reach the destination we think of.

We are always busy, but never think about the meaning of running around, forgetting the way to run. That is the most pristine, most basic way. Look at the motherland's great rivers and mountains, look at the white snow, watch the rising sun and the moon, see the flowers blossom and thank you, look at the sea and the sea. We are rushing through the beauty of all of this, for the beauty of our own, for the beauty of others, for the sake of beauty, in order to appreciate the beauty. Everyone has forgotten when this world is busy, and only when they stand up can all of this be seen.

We can't imagine how people with disabilities can endure their enormous physical inconvenience and psychological suffering. When they learned that their sound body was like a butterfly with broken wings, they were no longer beautiful. When they learned that God gave them the best gift to break down, they thought of death when they were unable to look straight.

Perhaps death is the most direct way to get rid of people.

Just as the earth suddenly darkened, and dragged the ruined body in this dark world, no one can understand his true pain, because there is no identical empathy in the world. He shouted at his helpless world and angered his heart. No one responded. Rotating and Zhou, sighing the world, the human condition is weak, actually thought of death.

But there are still warriors who are physically and mentally ill and stand up.

They are either crutches or with prostheses, even if they are shaking their wheelchairs. No one would deny that the dancers wearing prosthetic limbs stumbled on the stage. No one would despise the ridiculousness of the broken-armed athlete's diving posture. No one dared to fear Stephen Hawking's "A Brief History of Time" through time and space.

They stood up and got the whole world.

When I was sitting on the bus again, I didn't know where to go, I knew the scarce road we could lead to.

Perhaps, the two words are called hard work.

We have no ambiguity to fight, no lavish family, no glimpse of the look, no jaundice, we can only work hard. There are too many people in the world, and everyone in the crowd is an inconspicuous sand. When we feel that we are in a stateless moment, it is better to calm down and stand up and look at the world.

Perhaps, only after standing up and admiring this beautiful world will you understand that only by burying your head can you be in the first place.

Maybe there is a day, no cloud, the weather is just right, the sky is blue, the world belongs to us.