Facing life, frustration and nothing, I understand the bitterness and helplessness of life. Walking in the moonlight, watching the dim light, I always feel a little guilty. Time does not return, and the years are lost under the night sky. What are we waiting for, waiting for nothingness and hesitation, waiting for the gift of death, but we are living in existence and seeking the so-called drag out an ignoble existence.
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When the wind and rain rise, there is a shower, and the bystanders have no desire, and those who know the other seek survival. Justice is justice, and so is a hundred trials. The most painful thing in life is not the desolation of the cowherd and the weaver girl, nor the joy of the party, but that there is no choice in the face of choice. When we flashed in a gorgeous moment, there were flowers except applause. Who knows the scar behind the hero?
He is the son of a mountain farmer, and his living conditions are extremely difficult. His growth is a miracle and an unspeakable secret. When he was a child, he was very naughty and was called a fool. With the concern of his parents, he constantly strives to improve himself. At the age of six, he was abandoned by his cousin and childhood friends because he was not good at words. From then on, he bid farewell to the happiness of childhood and entered the dark period of childhood. For twelve years, he suffered loneliness and pain alone. No one knows his grievance. Only the tears in my heart know that he lives in the ridicule of the primary school teacher and the oppression of his classmates. Silence doesn't mean that he gave up, but that he gave silently. From then on, loneliness made him like words and a person's silent creation. When I entered junior high school at the age of twelve, my composition changed rapidly, combining filial piety with gratitude, which was deeply loved by teachers. During middle school, he was not as happy and naive as other children, but a little more mature and persistent. He has his own space, and that is writing. His liberal arts, except English, basically ranks in the top three in the class. He is not good at words and communication, and he bears the so-called difficulties alone on the difficult road of life. His good psychological quality, solid cultural background in middle school for three years and sincere feelings in writing for nine years make him good at communication. Thirteen-year-old participated in the county-wide Chinese knowledge contest on behalf of the grade, and won the second place in the county-wide Chinese knowledge contest with the score of 143.5. At the age of fourteen, he wrote an essay. Drugs, the cry of life, won the second prize in the county's primary and secondary school composition competition. At the age of fourteen, he wrote an essay. Youth, I write for you. Won the third prize of the National Composition Competition for Primary and Secondary Schools in Heilongjiang Province. A conquest and a glorious honor opened the door to his literature. Since then, he has taken a firm step towards literature.
At the age of eighteen, he entered the Chinese Department of Teachers College. He loves writing and is addicted to literature and culture classes. He is a theoretical leader. He is an experiencer of literary theory. Appreciating poetry is the highest expression of his feelings. Eighteen years old, mature, understand the oppression of life. He must work hard in order to live a better life in the future. Eighteen years old, the most colorful years and happiest years in the university, but he chose to give, chose selflessness, worked tirelessly every night, and published poems at the age of eighteen? Border guards? 、? Publicity of youth? 、? The messenger of the soul? Waiting for more than 30 articles; Prose? You are not alone on the road to youth? 、? Love, thank you? Wait a minute. Become a famous poet in the school. He is good at ideological work and speech. He has achieved fruitful results along the way.
At the age of eighteen, I was introduced by my teacher to work in the City Writers Association. On the way to work, he won many honors for himself and his unit with pure words. Transferred to the newspaper office in September (belonging to civil servants). He works hard and is deeply loved by leaders and colleagues. In 2009, he was appointed as the editorial team leader of three groups. 20 10 He gave up his favorite career for love. In 20 12, he made a last-ditch effort for his second venture with his own hands, and his life fell into the enemy again. Nothing can make him learn not to give in and learn to be strong. He is none other than me, an open person who will not give in.
The so-called pain made me understand the so-called reality. This is me. My young heart will not bow because of ups and downs. As long as I live, as long as I have breath, I will carry my business to the end.
We can shed tears and leave silent tears, we can pour out our unknown pain, we can be silent and bear all the people, but we can't choose to give up, we can't fall at the starting line, and it doesn't matter if we face it with fragility. None of us will have a smooth life. Mentality determines our thinking, and thinking determines our pace of progress. Attitude is the key to treating people and things. Gratitude is the foundation of career success, and mentality is the guarantee of long-term career.