When you're young, if you don't fight hard, what will you talk about when you're old?
The years are in a hurry, like gurgling water slipping through our fingertips, as if silently, but they ruthlessly push us onto the stage of life. When we were young, we were those high-spirited young people, like fledgling birds, breaking free from shackles and chasing the dream of freedom. We believe in the power of youth, high morale, and strive for the ideal mountaintop.
If you stand firm, you're exhausted, and if you fall, you're a pile of rubbish, as if there are only two kinds of people in this world, winners and losers, glory and humiliation. There is no middle ground to tolerate, and every story of ups and downs is magnified to the supreme purity.
However, in this chaotic world, the pressure of survival forces us to grow and make us strong and courageous. All the hardships and struggles that we have had are the catalyst for us to become a better version. The road under our feet may be bumpy, but the dream in our hearts is like a bright star, guiding us forward.
If you give up, it will be a joke, as if heaven and earth will also cast contemptuous eyes on you, laughing at you for being young and frivolous, and arrogant. Giving up, it is a desperate situation, it is the inability to face the weakness of the heart, and the devastation of life is powerless to resist. And when you look for light in the darkness and strive to pursue your dreams, you may find that perseverance turns out to be a different kind of warmth.
If you succeed, it's a myth. Success, like the legend of the meeting between the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd, is beautiful and distant. It requires us to go through the baptism of time, through countless setbacks and difficulties, before we can touch the light from above. When we climb to the top and overlook the ups and downs of life, we will sigh that success is not accidental, it is the crystallization of dedication and perseverance.
Therefore, after all the vicissitudes of life, what do you want, just not to bow your head for the rest of your life. Let us remember our existence with a bright light like a meteor crossing the sky. When we are young, we work hard, challenge ourselves, and gain growth and experience.
When we are old, we have endless stories and memories that can resonate with the years and accompany the evening breeze.
The struggle of the past will become the most beautiful poem in the bottom of my heart;The persistence of the past will give us great courage.
When our youthful moments with turbulent feelings and boiling blood have become a thing of the past, we can still proudly say: this world once had me, and I will continue to burn the passion in my heart and write my own legend.
Because when we were young, we worked hard for everything and didn't bow our heads for the rest of our lives.