1. The wind cleanses your lungs, the music of the heavens rattles your heart. A large stream of water, a string of silk and bamboo sound and sound, you will know, you should go to see the fall.
2. Relative to the spring of the prosperity, summer of the flashy, winter of the dead, autumn is an insight into the world, and not yet to the dying has been the old middle-aged great man.
3. Autumn is a kind of outline of the mind, autumn is a kind of light and comfortable leisure.
4. Autumn grass is sentimental, the path to wither; yellow flowers have no intention of leading the southern mountains far away. The paths are intertwined, the smoke curls up, that is not written in the fall of the poetic feelings.
5. Into the fall, gazing at the vast expanse of blue water, mountains, clouds, trees, will overlap your figure.
6. Pick up a pebble that has kissed the autumn water to treasure, is to treasure a kind of autumn sentiment.
7. Or the first light of morning, or the sunset glow of the mountain streets, sitting alone in the fall, high sky, light clouds, distant mountains, near the tree, birdsong, the sky and the ground, a distant symphony of celestial music rises in the bottom of your heart.
8. 10,000 mountains winding foot, a flood of water stepped over, standing in the high slopes of the mountain, see the autumn wind leaves such as a piece of the iterative fall of time, watch the clouds rise and rise as the world of life and the world of the hurriedly passing by.
9. High heaven and earth, you stand on the horizon, just clear appreciation of autumn.
10. Do not "grieve for the fallen leaves in the strength of the fall", put aside the "since ancient times, sad and lonely in autumn", sip (xiá) a mouthful of tea, cloak a coat of serenity, into the fall, and feel the beauty of the silk bar.
11. Autumn rain, is a key. It carries a cool and gentle, gently, gently, while you are not paying attention, the door of the fall opened.
12. Autumn rain has a box of colorful paints. You see, it gave the yellow to the ginkgo tree, yellow leaves like a small fan, fan which fan which, fan away the summer heat. It gave the red to the maple tree, red maple leaves like a stamp, floating wow wow, mailed the cool fall. The golden color is given to the fields. Look, the fields are like a golden sea. Orange-red is for fruit trees, oranges, persimmons, you squeeze me, scrambling for people to pick it! Chrysanthemum fairies get even more colors, purple-red, pale yellow, snow-white ...... beautiful chrysanthemums nodding frequently in the autumn rain.
13. Autumn rain hides very nice smells. Pear fragrant, pineapple sweet, and apples, oranges, so many sweet smells, are hiding in the small raindrops! Children's feet are often hooked by that scent.
14. The autumn rain blew a golden trumpet, which told everyone that winter was coming. The little magpies brought in branches to build houses, the little squirrels found pine cones as food, the little frogs are stepping up digging holes, ready to sleep comfortably. Pine and cypress put on thick, oily clothes, poplar, willow leaves floating to the foot of the tree ****. They are all preparing for winter.
15.The rain in the fall brings a song of harvest to the earth and a song of joy to the children.
16. Autumn is coming, the weather is getting colder and colder, the leaves of the trees are starting to turn yellow, and when the wind blows, a large number of leaves fall from the trees, and the ground is full of dry leaves, and when you walk on them, they make a "crunching" sound.
17. There is a lot of rain in the fall, and it never stops dripping, so I can't go anywhere. But the air is fresher and less dry, and when it stops raining, it's a beautiful autumn day.
18. Autumn is the season of plenty of fruit. There are red apples
fruit, sweet-smelling pears, and sweet and sour oranges, yellow and orange bananas
bananas ....... I love bananas the most, I can finish a banana in three bites.
19. I love you, charming seasons!
20. I like, I like beautiful purple and red spring, because spring can fly ideal kites. Spring sends us warm sunshine, we bathe in the golden spring. I like, I like the rainy spring, because the spring rain is so rare and precious. Spring is so vibrant and fun!
21. I like, I like the verdant summer, because summer can indulge in swimming in the pool. Summer brings joy to children, they are the happiest angels in summer. I like, I like the stormy summer, because the summer rain is so bold and dry. Summer lotus flowers give us a smile, summer lotus leaves show us charm.
22. I like, I like the autumn leaves like fire, because the autumn can be picnic hiking in the countryside. Autumn brings people the good news of harvest, the joy of harvest hangs on people's faces. I like, I like the cold rain knocking on the window of the autumn, because the autumn rain is so thoughtful. The colorful autumn leaves people with beautiful dreams.
23. I like, I like the snowy winter, because winter can be happy to play snowball fight. I like, I like goose feather snow in winter. Because winter snow is so pleasing to the eye. Winter brings special surprises to people, and the scenery in the north of the country is so attractive to tourists. People enjoy sledding in the snow, and the joyful laughter resounds through the clouds.
24. I like, I like the ever-changing seasons, because the seasons are amazing. I love, I love the colorful seasons. Because the seasons are so colorful. The seasons rotate through and we grow to see many more seasons.
25. Excitement and excitement poured out of his psyche like a flood that had broken the levee, and he couldn't hide it any longer.
26. Run, run, run! His heart was thrilled, his pain could not be expressed in our shallow language, it seemed that every hair on his body was throbbing with joy
27. Xiaoli pursed her lips, bowed her back, tiptoed, and approached it slowly, step by step. Close, close, and see her quietly put her right hand to the butterfly, open two fingers together, clamped the wings of the pink butterfly. Rei jumped and danced with joy. Suddenly he accelerated the pace, a left turn, a right turn, rushed through two layers of defense, came to the basket, a tiger jump, turn around and shoot, the basketball in the air drew a beautiful arc, impartial fall in the basket.
29. I don't know when it started, there is a date on every thing, sardines will expire, bologna will expire, even the plastic wrap will expire, I began to doubt that there is anything in this world that will not expire. --<<Chongqing Forest>>
30. Born as human beings, it is impossible for us to reject the crowd. Although, the hustle and bustle of the swollen crowd is sometimes so suffocating and boring, but we can never turn around and completely leave the crowd.
31. Everyone in life is the main character, but we are the supporting role of their favorite people.
32. When the gorgeous leaves fall out, the veins of life can be seen. Is not our love, but also to the frost stained silk, time is gone, can be like the northern winter branches, clear. Brave. Strong. We have all been drunk in the water country, let the years like water, like water years.
33. Love on the left, sympathy on the right. Walking on both sides of life, planting seeds at any time, blossoming at any time. The long journey will be filled with fragrant flowers, so that the pedestrians will not feel pain when they step on the thorns and thistles. There are tears to fall, but they are not sad. --Bing Xin
34. With tears, I read again and again, but had to admit that youth is a book too hasty. Just like us, knowing that it is painful, but still trembling hands for the youth to do a good job of trousseau, watching, tears will gradually blurred eyes, drop by drop fell on the wound.
35. Some fish are triangular and swim like bats flying.
36. A large lobster, in the moonlight, living like a warrior in armor and helmet.
37. The long whiskers of a big lobster resemble the branches of a tree dancing.
38. The flying birds of summer, they fly to my window and sing, and fly away again. The yellow leaves of autumn, they have nothing to sing, only sigh and fly down there.
39. O little band of wanderers of the world, leave your footprints in my words.
40. The world turned to its beloved and took off its mask of vastness. It became small, small as a song, small as an eternal kiss.
41. It is the teardrops of the earth that keep her smile youthful and unthankful.
42. The boundless desert passionately pursues the love of a leaf of green grass; she shakes her head and flies away with a smile.
43. If you weep for the loss of the sun, then you will lose the stars too.
44. O dancing water, the mud on your way, ask for your song, your flow. And if thou wilt not hold the mud of the crippled foot, then wilt thou go down?
45. Her eager face, like the night rain, disturbed my dreams.
46 . Once we dreamed that we were all unknown to each other.
We woke up, but we knew that we had originally loved each other.
47 . Melancholy calmed down in my heart, as twilight falls on the silent mountains.
48. The weary moon hid itself in the clouds to rest, leaving only a few stars as if on sentry duty.
49. The moon hung diagonally in the sky, smiling, and the stars crowded the Milky Way, winking.
50.A full moon rose, like a bright light, high in the canopy.
51.The moon opened its eyes wide and looked amiably at the villages and fields, extremely like a polished copper disk.
52.The full moon rose gradually, and her face, like a silver disk, wore a soft smile.
53.The full moon, bright and clear, was already being lifted into the sky by the blue mountains in the distance.
54. The moon, round as a spinning wheel, spins her romantic reveries.
55. The night, quiet, the jade disk-like full moon traveling through the clouds, the light moonlight sprinkled on the earth.
56. An apricot-yellow full moon quietly climbed out from the mountain mouth and threw its reflection into the lake.
57. The full moon, like a yellowish lantern, picks its way across the sky from the eastern sky.
58. At night, the full moon rose, and a serenity fell upon the earth with the silver misty moonlight.
59.The moon rose gradually, she was dressed in white gauze, serene and tranquil, gentle and generous. Her face, like a silver plate, through the willows, left a gentle smile.
60.The moon is like a newly-wedded daughter-in-law, just coming up from the eastern sky, and then shyly burrowing into the leaves of the trees to hide.
61.The moon is like a weather-beaten old man, combing the white moonlight unhurriedly.
62. The moon is like a shy maiden, hiding in the clouds for a while, and then lifting its veil to reveal its delicate face, and the whole world is drenched with moonlight in a dreamy silver-gray color.
63. The moon was so bright that it illuminated the earth in a snowy green, and the trees, houses, and streets were as if they were coated with a layer of mercury.
64.Outside the door, at the top of the forest in the west, hung the topsy-turvy moon that had turned into a slice of golden watermelon and was no longer a curved eyebrow.
65.Early in the morning, the waning moon was thrown across the sky like a pebble that had lost its luster.
66.A crescent moon seemed like a white pear blossom, serenely open in the light blue sky.
67.The night sky was full of stars, and the moon looked like a fishing boat, as if it were sailing in a wide silver river.
68.The moon hung in the sky like a bow, curved.
69.A hooked crescent moon rose from the distant forest, so white it was like freshly refined silver.
70.A crescent moon stretched out like a silver-beaten scythe from the dark peaks of the mountains.
71.A crescent moon rose, like a jade-crafted banana embedded in the canopy, rippling with blue light.
72.A crescent moon is like a boat with a pointed bow, paddling in the quiet lake late at night, sending me a piece of love.
73. A crescent moon hangs high in the ink-blue sky, clear as water shining brightly on the earth.
74. The crescent moon is like a golden boat moored among the sparse branches.
75.Half a moon hung diagonally from the tip of an acacia tree, like a petal of an orange.
76.The moon was as small as a hairpin and curved in a mesmerizing way.
77 . A hazy moon was forestalling the cicada-like transparent clouds, shining with a silvery clear light.
78 . A silver hook in the night sky, shedding infinite clear light.
79. The crescent moon is curved like the sweetly smiling mouths of the girls.
80. Below the crescent moon and above the willow tops, a pair of stars look like the eyes of smiling fairies, teasing the crooked crescent moon and the lightly swinging willow branches.
81.The crooked crescent moon is like a silver bright boat.
82.The crooked crescent moon outside the window is like the petals of a chrysanthemum open in the blue night sky.
83.The curved crescent moon was lively as a barracuda as it traveled through the thin clouds.
84.The crescent moon, like a girl's eyebrow, hung curved in the pure air.
85.The moon was rising, red and dizzy, like someone picking a big red lantern from the eastern horizon.
86. The moon was up, like a freshly dehydrated jade wheel on an icy plate, untainted by dust.
87. The moon girl rose as if she were speaking quietly to the little stars around her.
88. A full moon was rising, and the silvery light of the moon was reflected in a few feathery clouds, which was wonderful.
89.The rising moon hung over the mountain tops, pale as the clouds, but getting brighter every moment.
90.The moon went out to sea. In the moment of its vacillation, it seemed to jump violently, covered with splashes of water, so that the mercurial sea washed it bright and clean.
91. A ray of soft moonlight through the window, sprinkled on the window sill, the window sill as if plated with silver.
92. The moonlight, like a soft silver veil, fell from the window.
93.The moonlight passed through the shade of the trees, leaving a glittering, shimmering field of broken jade.
94.The full moon on the fifteenth day of the month is like a snowball, set on the ink-blue, ink-blue night sky, and looks especially bright.
95. The cold moon hangs high above the branches, and the cold wind blows the bare branches of the trees, whistling.
96.The early winter moon, clear and cold, from the west cascades down the ice-like silver glow.
97.The moon rose at last into the cold, clear sky, white and crystalline.
98. The moon rose from the edge of the forest and let out a cold light, illuminating the snow-covered fields in white and making them feel colder and colder. The stars were like jewels in the sky, glittering with a brilliant silver light.
99. Nightfall, the blue blue sky dotted with countless small stars, blinking, as if inviting people to the vast space to travel.
100. Without the moon, the stars twinkled like dewdrops on a large lotus leaf.
101. Naughty raindrops hit the river like balls of steel thrown down by someone, splashing high up in the water; thick raindrops hit people's windows with a thud.
102. It was raining, and the raindrops "cracked" against the windows. Immediately, countless small and large droplets of water gathered on the windowpane facing outward.
When the raindrops fell into the pool water, the raindrops drew notes on the water surface. These notes were the circles that the raindrops struck on the water.
103.In summer, the rain clatters. The raindrops in the sky fell straight down like sifted beans, breaking the mirror-like surface of the lake and scaring away the small fish that had wanted to jump up to the surface to see the rain.
104. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and when you look into the distance, it looks like a gray curtain blocking the view, a gray cloud, trees, houses, ah, nothing can be seen Believe that you are happy, cherish what you have, do not envy those who have not been able to chase to or are destined to be lost, cherish this moment, know that everything in the world is likely to bring you happiness.
Loving each other is not as good as knowing each other, rather than clinging to the infatuation, it is better to turn it into a blessing, don't let the person you love, be eroded by your love, in turn, with your love, so that he can get the strength to spread his wings and fly. If you are really destined to be together, even if you are separated from each other, your hearts will still be together. If you really love someone, you must take his happiness as your happiness. If there is someone who can give you more happiness than you can, send him there.
Happiness is mine, not yours.
There are many words you would like to hear that you will never hear from the one from whom you would like to hear them uttered, but do not close your ears lest you fail to hear it spoken to you in a voice from the heart.
Giving all your love to some people will never guarantee that they will love you. Don't expect love in return, just be still and wait for it to grow slowly in their heart, but if it doesn't, be content with love growing in your own heart.
Never say goodbye if you still want to try;
Never give up if you still feel you can go on;
Never say you don't love someone if you can't give up loving them.
Life is a torrential downpour, fate is a porous umbrella, love is the patch.
Love is unfair, who loves a little more, who loves a little more, who has a little more weight, who is a little more humble.
In your unity let there be gaps
Love one another, but let it not be a chain of love
Fill each other's cups, but do not sip from the same cup
Hand each other bread, but do not take it from the same slice
Merrily dance and sing in one place, but let each other be still and alone
Even those strings on the lute are separate Though they quiver in the same tone
-- The Prophet, Kahlil Gibran
In your youth, if you love a man, please ...... Make sure you treat him gently.
No matter how long you love each other, if you can always be gentle with each other, then all the moments will be a flawless beauty.
If you have to categorize, you should also say goodbye properly, and also inch gratitude in your heart, thank him for giving you a memory.
When you grow up, you will know that in the moment of looking back, no resentment of youth will have no regrets, such as the full moon on the hill.
-- "No regrets of youth" Ximurong
Love this thing, did not get may be a lack of regret, do not confess will have regrets, but if the self-importance, there is only regret.
Always believe that in this world, there are many reasons to love each other, but there is only one reason to separate - love is not enough.
We fall in love with a person, not because he has how perfect, but we learn to see his imperfections with perfection.
Often the person who is willing to stay and argue with you is the one who really loves you.
Giving your heart is the only way to get it, but it can also hurt you completely. If you keep your distance, you will be able to protect yourself, but you are also destined to be lonely forever.
Love is a brick, marriage is a mountain. The most important thing is that you have to be able to get the best out of your life, and you can do it in the right way.
The lightest ink is better than the strongest memory.
It takes a minute to meet someone, an hour to fall in love with someone, a day to fall in love with someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.
There are two kinds of regrets in life, one is not getting the one you love, the other is not seeing the one you love happy.
Tears exist to prove that sadness is not an illusion.
Do you think the most sour feeling is jealousy? No, the sourest feeling is not having the right to be jealous.
The more you wonder if you've forgotten, the more you remember.
The most beautiful scenery is the most urgent, the most deep hurt is the most true feelings.
The so-called fate is the reason for the success of love, the excuse for failure.
Love is a painstakingly devoted, and then a hundred turns to pull out
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind came, the footsteps of spring is close. Everything is like a freshly awakened look, gladly open the eyes. Mountain Langrun up, the water rose, the sun's face red. The grass sneaks out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, look, a large area full of a large area. Sitting, lying, playing two rolls, kicking a few feet ball, race a few times running, catch a few times hide and seek. The wind is gentle and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, you do not let me, I do not let you, are full of flowers to catch up. The red like fire, pink like the summer, white like snow. Flowers with a sweet flavor, closed his eyes, the tree seems to have been full of peaches, apricots, pears. Thousands of bees buzzed under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes fluttered about. Wildflowers were everywhere: miscellaneous, named, unnamed, scattered among the flowers, like eyes, like stars, and winking.
"Blowing face not cold willow wind", good, like a mother's hand caressing you. The wind brings some of the smell of freshly turned soil, mixed with the smell of grass, as well as the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air. Birds will be nesting in the flowers and young leaves, happy, calling friends to show off the crisp throat, singing a melodious tune, and the light wind and flowing water to echo. The short flute of the cowherd boy on the back of the cow, this time also all day in the loud and clear sound.
Rain is the most common, one is three or two days. Don't be annoyed. Look, like cow hair, like flower needle, like fine silk, densely woven diagonally, people's roofs are covered with a layer of thin smoke. But the leaves of the trees are so green that they shine, and the grass is so green that it forces your eyes. In the evening, on the lamp, a little yellow light, baked a piece of this quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people walking slowly with umbrellas; and farmers working in the field, wearing straw raincoats and hats. Their straw huts, sparse and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. In the city and countryside, families, old and young, they also rush like, one by one, they all came out. Shuffling the muscles and bones, shaking the spirit, each doing their own a thing to go, "a year's plan is in the spring"; just the beginning of the head, there is a lot of work, there is a lot of hope.
Spring is like a doll that just landed on the ground, from head to toe is new, it grows.
Spring is like a little girl, blossoming, smiling, walking.
Spring is like the robust youth, with arms and waist and feet of iron, who leads us on
*"Pain is like a plow, which plows through your heart on one side, and digs up new origins of life on the other." (Romain Rolland) The ancients said, "How can one know death without knowing life?" How can one know joy without knowing pain? Suffering is like a green olive. It takes courage to taste it and realize its sweetness! --Excerpted from "Successful Life"
*The Wild Strawberry of Life
Tolstoy, in his masterpiece of prose, "My Confession," tells the following story:
A man was chased by a tiger and fell off a cliff, and fortunately in the course of the fall, he grabbed hold of a small shrub growing on the edge of the cliff. At that moment, he realizes that, overhead, the tiger is leering at him, and when he looks down, there is another tiger at the bottom of the cliff, and to make matters worse, two rats are busy nibbling at the roots of the small shrub that is hanging on to his life. In desperation, he suddenly realized that there was a cluster of wild strawberries growing nearby, within reach. So the man yanked off the strawberries, stuffed them in his mouth, and muttered to himself, "How sweet!"
In the course of life, when pain, despair, misfortune, and distress are closing in on you, can you still care to enjoy the taste of a wild strawberry? The philosophy of "the sea of bitterness" is the philosophy of the small peasant economy, and "the world is always a sea of bitterness, and only in heaven is there eternal happiness" is a lie compiled by asceticism to confuse people's hearts, and seeking happiness in bitterness is the true meaning of happiness.
*Life!
The road of life may be long, but it is often only a few steps short, especially when one is young.
No one's life path is straight, there is no fork in the road, there are some forks in the road, such as political forks, career forks, personal life forks, you take a step in the wrong direction, you can affect the life of a period of time, but also can affect the whole life. Excerpt from "History of Entrepreneurship "* Youth
Life is in a hurry, and youth is not an easy section to lose. Youth is also an eternal state of mind. A red face, rosy lips, flexible legs and feet, these are not the whole of youth. The real youth ah, it is a strong will, is a kind of imagination of high grade, is the fullness of feelings, is the survival of the fountain of clear and new.
Youth means bravery over weakness, youth means enterprise over ease. The cycle of years must lead to aging? To know, old age is because of the abandonment of reasoning the relentless passage of years, leaving deep wrinkles, and the loss of enthusiasm, will be branded in the depths. Anxiety, weakness, low self-esteem will eventually make the mood depressed, will die.
At the age of sixty, or at sixteen, everyone's heart should be kept alive, to explore new things, to pursue the joy of life. We should have a radio station in our heart, as long as we keep receiving beauty, hope, courage and strength from human beings, we will stay young forever. If you put away the antenna, so that their hearts covered with cynical frost and pessimistic ice, even if you are twenty years old, you have been dying; if you have been eighty years old, on the verge of resignation, if you set up the antenna to listen to optimistic radio waves, you will still be youthful.
Review: This article seems to be written for the old man to see, persuade them not to be pessimistic, as long as you keep a young heart, still have youth, but I think young people can also learn from a lot, at least after reading it, is not a kind of want to cherish the feeling of youth?
The first thing you need to do is to say goodbye to yesterday, and then say goodbye to yesterday.
Farewell to yesterday, if yesterday is a bumpy, is a failure, is a tear, is a sorrow, we should not let today's body into yesterday's quagmire, otherwise yesterday's sadness will corrode today's emotions, yesterday's heavy will be detained today's pace.
If yesterday is flowers, is brilliant, is honor, is happy, is laughter, we also can not stay in yesterday's scenery, indulge in yesterday's harvest. A fixation on appreciating yesterday's splendor will hinder our enterprising spirit today. Intoxicated by yesterday's success, but also affect our start today, so that we lose the passion and ambition to continue to struggle.
Life is not static, since yesterday belongs to the past, belongs to the past, belongs to the past, belongs to the history, we should say goodbye to yesterday, to today, tomorrow, dashing to go, so that the new sun once again illuminate the full of birds and flowers, poetic and picturesque prospect. Let the new action re-write a more brilliant and glorious chapter than yesterday.
Review: This article explains a very simple truth: victory is not proud, defeat is not discouraged. Everyone understands this truth, but not many people seem to do this, otherwise why so many "degenerate decadent" faction?
*Maturity
Maturity is a kind of bright but not blinding light, a kind of mellow but not mushy sound, a kind of no longer need to other people to look at the face of the calm, a kind of finally stopped to the surrounding complaints to ask for the atmosphere, a kind of not pay attention to the coaxing smile, a kind of cleansed the bigotry of the indifferent, a kind of no need to declare the thickness, a kind of not steep heights.
Review: It seems that this can not be called an article, just a definition of it, I think the oldest of us should not study to study how to become mature? * tone send Mai Peitang
asked the world, love is what, straight to teach life and death?
The two flyers in the south and north of the sky, the old wings a few times in the summer and winter.
The joy of pleasure, the pain of parting, in which there are even more foolish children.
You should have a word with me, but I don't know who I'm going to.
Hengfen Road, the loneliness of the year xiao drum, the smoke is still flat Chu.
The soul of the Chu some of the why contend and, the mountain ghosts cry darkly wind and rain.
The sky is also jealous, not believe with, warblers and swallows all yellow earth.
Thousands and thousands of years, in order to stay for the scholars, singing and drinking, visit the goose hill.
Review: It seems that this is one of the most famous love poems in ancient China, Jin Yong students especially like to quote the first line of this poem in his novels, alas, in fact, I love quite a failure, probably because of this kind of love poem to tell the truth to read less, so also come to the elegance of the wind and read some of the best work. I don't know what people think?
*Children without umbrellas have to run as hard as they can
When he was 21, he came to Beijing from abroad to learn from a master, but he hit a brick wall everywhere. Soon afterward, he and a few friends set up a small club and made a living by selling their skills on the streets. At that time, he lived in the outskirts of Beijing, more than an hour's drive from his place to the city center. In order to save money, he couldn't even take the bus, and rode his bicycle back and forth every day, spending 4 or 5 hours on the trip. Despite this, he never missed a single lesson or performance. But fate always seems to play jokes on those who work hard. Failure came again and again, and success became an unattainable goal. Once, he practiced as usual until late at night before riding his bicycle home. But he had just ridden out not far when he suddenly realized that the chain of his bicycle had fallen off. The buses had stopped running on the streets at midnight, and he had no money for a taxi. He had an important gig the next afternoon, so with a stomp of his foot and a gnash of his teeth, he threw his bike on the side of the road and walked stiffly back toward his rented house on the outskirts of town.
In the autumn rainy season, the sky is slightly light when he returned to the residence of the wet body, dizziness, he fell headlong on the bed, started a high fever, he knew in his heart, this way to go on non-accident. So, barely support the body, rummage through the box to find a broken pager, to the street to sell more than 10 dollars, bought two steamed buns and a few packets of cold medicine, hard to get through.
When he arrived at the performance venue in the afternoon with a yellowish face, his partner was shocked and asked him what had happened, and he smiled and said what had happened last night. Looking at his haggard face, his partner's tears in his eyes, gently patted him on the shoulder, said nothing, and helped him walk up to the front stage.
A few years later, Guo Degang has been red through the north and south of the Yangtze River, a reporter dug out these stories of his year and asked him why he could persist until now? He smiled and replied: "When I was small, my family was poor, and at that time in school when it rained other children stood in the classroom waiting for umbrellas, but I know my family did not have umbrellas ah, so I ran to my home with the rain, no umbrella children you have to run as hard as you can! People like us who have no background, no family, no matter, no money, no nothing, you still don't work hard and run hard, then what's the point of living?"
*Life!
The most precious thing a person can have is life. This life, man can only get once. A man's life should be spent in such a way that when he remembers the past, he does not regret his wasted years, nor is he ashamed of his past inactivity, and at the time of his death, he is able to say, "My whole life and all my energies have been devoted to the most magnificent cause in the world -- the struggle for the liberation of mankind. The struggle for the liberation of mankind." --Excerpts from "How Steel is Made"