From the moment we are born into the world, we are destined to experience a turn of bone-chilling cold. Some people have to run away from the ordeal, resulting in being sealed off by a small chill. I walk this path and never regret it. I am barefoot . With both hands picking thorns, thorns of the sharp edge and my skin again and again zero distance contact, the injury makes me again and again shaken determination, but I hold the position, never waver! I held on to my position and never wavered! I endured the pain and pain and moved forward towards my destination without any hesitation. Although the injury often makes me pain unbearable. But I summarized a lot of experience from it, the wound healing left a lot of scars, each scar is a setback, is an accumulation of experience, is a sign of growth, so I do not sad, firm go on. Only on such a path can I fully tap my potential.
The thorns are not scary, what is scary is no confidence, no courage to go on and give up halfway. The road without thorns is not challenging; the life without challenge is not meaningful; the life without meaning is not as good as life! The path of thorns accomplishes people with courage, confidence, wisdom and dreams! The path of thorns refines one's will, and the path of thorns polishes one's dreams. Walking on the path of thorns, with the experience of the ancients Jen warned the world, successful people must have a successful road, the road to success must be bumpy, thorny, thorny, thorny must be able to suffer their hearts and minds.
As long as we have strong faith and courage, the thorns will not hinder our way to success. On the contrary, the thorns are our stepping stones to success, and the trials and tribulations make us more and more courageous. In the thorn bushes to open up the road!
I will make my way through the thorns!
Life among the stones
Stubborn life among the stones often moves me to weep.
It is the uncertain wind that scatters the unpicked seeds to the ends of the earth. When they can no longer find soil, they put their last hope of life in this line of stone. Although they can also share the warmth from the sun, from the rain to get wet, but that all life depends on the soil to find their own. What a grim reality they face.
And so, in a stunning miracle of nature, stubborn life sprang up between the barren rocks.
Or just a cluster of nameless weeds, green in spring, yellow in fall, and wither in years. They are not in a position to grow broad leaves because they cannot find enough nutrients to fatten the blades of grass. All they have are three or two long, thin, thin leaves with tiny veins that tell you how hard it is to survive. In some cases, they grow their own roots under a cluster of thin leaves, only to suck a little milk from the mother, and then go to look for the unnoticeable cracks in the stone. This is life. If this is an instinct, then it shows how honorable it is, how life has the right to think of itself as brilliant and magnificent, and how unquenchable its vitality can be.
Or maybe it's the clumps of tiny mountain flowers, mostly the bitter dandelions again. Their stems and leaves are gushing with bitter, milky white sap, and their roots are dug up in the spring for wild food. The dandelions in the crevices of the rocks are far less robust than their counterparts in the fields. They can't grow into tall trunks because of the ferocity of the mountain winds, and they can't have many leaves because of the barrenness of the rocks. Their stems look tough and old, their leaves because of the withering and loss of luster, only their roots are like that flexible but strong tendons, like that soft and strong vine, buried in the narrow gap between the cracks in the stone. They can no longer go to the people as a meal for the tender wild vegetables, but quietly for the people climbing the mountain road as a reliable grip. This is how life is defined and changed by the environment. The law of survival of the fittest, though relentless, but all the fittest are the strongest overcoming the environment, the phenomenon of life tells you that life is a struggle.
If there are only these small flowers and grasses between the crevices of the rocks, perhaps only cause people to mourn, and the most admirable, is that the crevices of the rocks are also growing between the sky of the pines and cypresses, majestic and powerful, lofty and upright. They make the mountains have a spirit, so that all the life in front of them pale in comparison. Their trunks are so tenacious from the rock crevices out of the growth, twisted, rotating, every inch of the tree coat with scars. Up, up, up is how hard it is. Each inch of growth takes several degrees of cold and heat, several degrees of spring and fall. And yet they finally grow into tall trees, stretching out their lush trunks and clusters of never-fading needles. They towered over the cliffs, towering over the peaks of the mountains, only that coiled in the rocky cliffs on the roots of the tree in a silent statement to you, their growth is how hard it is a struggle. The thick as a python, as thin as a snake's roots, coiled and intertwined, from a rock crevice into, and from another rock crevice to drill out. Thus, along the relentless verdure, they extend past, like sharp eagle's claws grasping the rock on which it perches. Sometimes, a pine and cypress, its roots actually have to climb half of the cliff, seems to be tired of the mountain rocks with a thick cable tightly bound, thus, they can meet the storm, they are finally in the not belong to their own living space for their own possession of a piece of heaven and earth.
If all life were to disdain to seek a foothold between the cracks of the rocks, then there would be a large swath of the world that would become permanently silent, with no place for birds to live, and all the life that depends on flowers, plants and trees would be extinct, and the place would be reduced to darkness for all eternity. If all life is only coveted in the dark fertile soil, how can they complete their ability to master the environment, and how can they make themselves stronger and stronger in the generations of reproduction? The world is so marvelous. Imagine that the cracks between the weeds, once their grass seeds scattered to the fertile ground, they must be more vigorous than the delicate seeds have not been tested by the wind and rain, grow more luxuriant; imagine that the cracks between the dandelion, once their seeds with a group of flocculent umbrellas, drifting with the wind to the wet countryside, they will be more than the growth of other flowers, more resistant to the summer cold; as for the As for the tenacious pine and cypress, it would have been the sublime embodiment of life, the most perfect symbol of perseverance and will, and it gives inspiration and example to all life.
May all life not be miserable by drifting down between the cracks of the rocks, and may all life dare to seek the most arduous circumstances. It is in the most difficult situations that life must discover itself and recognize itself, so that it can refine itself and grow until it finally perfects itself and sublimates itself.
The tenacious life between the cracks in the stone, it is both biological and philosophical, the unity of biology and philosophy. It is also aesthetics, as an aesthetic phenomenon, it shows you not only decorate the barren mountains and mountains of green, it is more to reveal to you the beauty, the magnificent world of the mind.
The tenacious life between the cracks in the stone, it is so with the emotional power to shock people's hearts, it makes the planet we live on become magical splendor
Life is more wonderful because of the frustration
The night is deep, the moonlight penetrated into the window casement, sprinkled all over the place. I sat alone at my desk, letting my tears "bla, bla, bla" wet the test paper with a pitifully low score.
This final exam, I again far from the expected results. I'm not sure why I gave so much, but every time I didn't even get a little bit of harvest, I complained about God's unfairness. I can't help but think of the scene of reading at night, and the scene of my parents sending me bread and milk. Why, why, am I really not the right person to study?
Forget it, don't think about it, turn on the light and read an extracurricular book, I pulled on the lamp. I found the cookie crumbs on the table is moving, I pushed the glasses, want to see clearly, only to see a few ants in the move this cookie crumbs, cookie crumbs a move a stop, as if they move up very hard, it is really interesting! I brought a magnifying glass to take a closer look at these little things. I also want to give them some "obstacles". I put the pencil in front of them, only to see them to change direction, the result is that I used the pen surrounded, see what they do this time! I used a magnifying glass to observe carefully, a lead ants first climbed on the pen, which is like a commander, one after another a few ants climbed up, they want to force the cookie crumbs to support the past, but tried several times did not succeed, the lead ants will be the cookie crumbs to lift, behind the ants pushed hard, and so spent about thirty minutes, the cookie crumbs were finally ants from the pencil transported over.
I suddenly realized that even such a small ants face setbacks are not discouraged, we human beings should dare to face setbacks, I remembered: Edison's laboratory was bombed, in the face of such a setback, Edison did not lose the will to fight, and in just three weeks, it was successful invention of the phonograph; Beethoven deaf in both ears, a musician, which is undoubtedly the biggest setback, but Beethoven faced setbacks But Beethoven did not flinch at all in the face of setbacks, he said: "I want to strangle the throat of fate." In this way, Beethoven created the world-famous "Destiny" symphony.
There are winds and rains on the road of life, and there are thorns and thistles everywhere, only if we go to struggle and fight, there will surely be flowers and applause waiting for us. Celebrities have said that frustration is a bottomless abyss for the incompetent, while it is a tiptoe stone of success for those who dare to face it.
I opened my textbook again and again, when the first rays of the morning sun came into the room, where I fell down, I got up there. I smiled, frustration, I challenge you, life is more exciting because of frustration.
Afterword: my later achievements such as sesame seeds blossom high, I thank that sleepless night, in that night I savored the frustration, read its letter, I thank the frustration!
Frustration, pain, life
Tasted a said: the genus of eagles and vultures, this is the same family, its name is falcon. When the years of drought, grass and trees withered, deer and rabbits are, the group of falcons hollow. Or wrestle with the dome, futile, seeking the top of the mountains; or convergence of wings and feathers, puffing dust, favoring the carrion in the corpses of the corpses. The former is proud of the eagle, and the latter is despicable and called a vulture. Yu heard this and said: the year of drought, is the falcon family to face the frustration and pain of the time, will be different, the future is different. The only thing that matters is what you want to do.
But all things in heaven and earth, pain and frustration is not the only case, the vastness of the universe, where there is not. You have seen the spring flow in the boulder? This spring of frustration. Choose to retreat, sheltered in the shade of the stone, recluse in the forest puddle, and a long time to rot, not famous in the world; and into the people do not fear the danger and obstacles, spinning and hit a million times, and even into the valley of the stream and curb the barge. You also see the wind of the wind blocked in the wall? This wind of frustration. Those who choose to avoid, scattered in the mountains outside, a moment and invisible, a moment and disappear; choose to advance, following the grinding of hundreds of billions of years, to get the red desert flying sands of the cover the white sun. The shape of things, choose in what, choose in frustration.
And above the history, the people who raised the great cause also did not have to choose in the pain and frustration. The first is that the first is the one of the most important and the most important is the one of the most important and the most important is the one of the most important and the most important is the one of the most important. And Shi Qian's heart, Dudu great ambition and not easy, by torture and not discouraged, in the great humiliation under the heavy setbacks resolutely choose life, and finally have the history of the song, the rhyme of the Sao, so that later generations of writers sighed with a sigh; also the Marquis of Wuhou's will, to inherit the virtues of the late emperor, as much as to serve the country of the loyalty of the sword pointing to the Central Plains, do not win and do not rest, although the loss of a major plan in the Jie Ting, righteousness does not choose to retreat, and then back to the division, and ultimately molded the name of the great and powerful to get the ages of sighs of regret.
Life is not as good as the majority of people, face the setbacks, and micro-linguistic pain, but with a big ambition and not to say that those who lose, can be turned into a man of the world; small setbacks or exaggerated pain and balked at the return of the people, a thousand years can not be counted, and leave its name is not there. Is to know HuaYeiHao, there will be a fall on the dust and mud, lay down the will, its rise to the foot; apes and briskets climbing the wall, there will be a hand folded arm, its discouragement of the death of the struggle to get God's skill; people must have stumbled down in the wind and rain, its mettlesome people to find a cave and live, closed and obscurity of the life of a proud people jumping trekking Nao line to be the sky and the rainbow as a picture, and then climbed to the open road, bathed in the breeze. Not for the bucket of rice, Tao Qian choose to go into hiding, abandon the glory, so the "return to the Ruoxi" has been recited for ages; in the face of danger and doom and unyielding, Wen Tianxiang choose the country, give up the official title, there is a burning heart of eternity shine!