As long as the belief is there, hope is there.

As long as the faith is in place, hope is long before, in order to open up new streets, London has dismantled many old buildings. However, the new building has not started for a long time, the foundation of the old building, where there is sun and rain.
One day, a group of natural scientists came here. They found that on this foundation that had not seen the sky for many years, this day, because of the exposure to the spring sun and rain, a wild flower and weeds grew. The strange thing is that there are some flowers and plants, but it has never been seen by the British. They usually only grow in countries along the Mediterranean coast.
Most of these demolished buildings were built by the Romans. A long time ago, when the Thames attacked the United Kingdom, the seeds of flowers were brought to this place. They are crushed under heavy stones and bricks, and year after year, they have almost completely lost their chances of survival. But what is surprising is that once they see the sun, they immediately regain their vitality and bloom beautiful flowers.
I think the little seeds are amazing, they are so weak, but so tough, even if they are pressed under heavy bricks for hundreds of years, they can still keep their own lives. Once the sun shines, once the rain is moist, they will regain their vitality. A seed, even if it has been buried for hundreds of years, still contains hope of life; then, what about a person, when he is in trouble?
One year, a British expedition entered a certain area of ​​the Sahara Desert and trudged through the meandering sands. In the sun, the sand blowing in the sky, like the red iron sand, flutters the face of the expedition team. The mouth is like a sip, and I am in a hurry - everyone's water is gone. At this time, the expedition captain took out a kettle and said, "There is still a pot of water here, but no one can drink until we all cross the desert."
A pot of water has become the source of faith in the desert and has become the target of survival. The kettle was passed in the hands of the players, and the heavy feeling made the players look on the face of despair, and they showed a firm look. Finally, the expedition walked out of the desert tenaciously and broke free from the hand of death. Everyone burst into tears, twisting the pot of water that supported them with a trembling hand—a slow stream of water, but a full pot of sand.
One year, a friend and one of his friends went to a place. He never walked so far, walked away, and he was too tired. He asked his friend: Did you arrive?
The friend said: It’s almost coming... It’s been a long time, not yet.
He asked again: Did you arrive?
The friend still replied: Just in front, it will soon be coming...
After repeating this question and answer for countless times, I finally arrived.
Then he asked his friend, how far is it? He said more than five kilometers. If his friend said that he was so far away, he would definitely not be able to reach the end, but the friend did not say this. Every time he always told him, he was about to arrive, just in front. So he finally got to his destination.
In the story, under the scorching sun, in the desert, what really saved them, and where is the pot of sand? The beliefs in their hearts have been like the same seed, rooted in their hearts, and finally led them out of the "dead situation."
In fact, life has never been truly desperate. No matter how much hardship you suffer, no matter how much suffering you experience, as long as one's heart is filled with the seeds of a belief, one day, he will be able to get out of the woods and let life re-flower. Life is like this, as long as the faith is in, hope is there.