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Mondo Culture Updated on 2024-01-29

Everyone has a moment of highlight. Either it has happened, either junior high school or high school, or even elementary school, and it has become a popular figure by word of mouth among classmates, and other people's children in the mouths of parents. Or on the way to climb, accumulate thick and thin, look forward to a certain suitable moment, a blockbuster, and the rooster sings the world.

People are always strong animals, no matter whether you happen or not, the pursuit of a higher and stronger level is an impulse engraved in the DNA, and no one can change it.

If the magnificence is in the later stage, it is the so-called late bloomer like Jiang Ziya, you have to withstand the impact of the waves of time. After all, it always doesn't work, and how many people accompany you to the end?

This is actually not terrible, what I am afraid of is that the scenery was once infinite, but now it is unknown to everyone. Always remembering the gorgeous music of the past, and depressed about the present life. I always feel that the world has failed you, and I am sorry for the highlight moments.

However, all the past is a new starting point for tomorrow, and people can't indulge in the old ledger of the past, you still have to start a new life. If the meal is not cooked for a day, a person will be hungry for a day. The credit of the past has been written into your memory, and the new achievements need to be created by your own hands.

Life is a sport, you can stop and rest, look at the scenery along the way, and feel the fireworks and people in the world. But you can't stand still forever. The peaks that have been climbed are the clock when the next competition begins.

People always have to climb out of various wells to see another and wider world. In this world, all you see is a wellhead, and as soon as your mind breaks through, you can see more majestic mountains waiting for you to climb.

As long as you want, there's nothing you can't do. Heroes don't ask where they come from, and they are reckless for more achievements. The barefoot ones are not afraid of wind and rain. If you wear shoes, don't be afraid of dew drops getting your shoes wet.

If you want to get more resources, it is not enough to be inferior to others, and it is not enough to eat the old book. You have to keep learning Xi, keep being humble, and keep typing, otherwise, when you need to output, ** can you do crit? How can you solve the problem with ease.

If you want to be elegant and feel like a spring breeze, you have to keep working hard in private and Xi learn from everyone. Don't despise anyone, even if he is a beggar, a wanderer, or a "master" who lives in a temple. Don't look down on those who are inferior to yourself, as long as you live, he has two brushes that you don't know. Don't feel that the harsh environment is not worthy of you, only the comfort zone can match your talent, the soil can grow towering trees, you can't do it, it doesn't mean it can't. Moreover, why should you be given a comfortable job?

The scenery of the past is not worth showing off; The ability to do it is just a resume. Without the enterprising spirit to move forward, without a sense of responsibility for the rest of your life, no matter how much glory you have in the past, it is a silent irony, a thorn that pierces deep into your heart and hurts.

It's painful, at least I know that I'm still alive, not numb yet, and I still have the courage and opportunity to start over.

Fell, got up, faced the wind and rain, and continued to impact.

Wu Shanqing. Wu Shanqing, blue water flow.

Stream stream stream, flow to Qingqing Wanghai Tower.

There was a beautiful woman upstairs, speechless and staring.

Passing by a thousand sails do not stop.

Looking at the tired birds and returning gulls, the sunset sinks into the white apples.

When the moon is bright, the thousand mountains are still the same, still gazing at themselves.

The embroidered hand was pierced with a needle, and it was a little red.

It's not blood, but lovesick tears.

From last winter to this spring, it has not stayed.

Only the red and white plum blossoms are drenched.

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