1. The waves lapped at his feet against the scattered piles of rocks, and the dry sea breeze from distant Turkey blew against his face. The harbor's coast was irregularly bowed, a breakwater made of steel and concrete holding back the waves. Winding, undulating mountains stretched down to the waterfront with an abrupt break. On the outskirts of the city, a block of white huts are arranged among the peaks of the mountains, stretching far away.2. Until now, Paul understood: when a person is young and strong, it is relatively simple and easy to be strong; nowadays, when life is like a ring of iron to tighten you, still be able to be resilient, and that's the glorious performance.3. Sorrow, and the various kinds of passionate or tender ordinary feelings of the common people. Almost everyone is free to express them; Paul alone has no such right; they are imprisoned by a will that never lets go. But the nearer the work drew to a close, the more frequently these feelings assailed him, and sought to free him from the control of his will. If he had yielded to any one of these feelings and allowed it to take hold, a tragic end would have occurred.4. Youth, O youth, infinitely beautiful youth! At this time, the lust has not yet sprouted, only the rapid heartbeat vaguely show its existence; at this time, the hand inadvertently touched the girlfriend's breast, then trembled with panic, and quickly moved away; at this time, youthful friendship constraints on the last step of the action. At such moments, what could be more relatable than the hands of a beloved girl? These hands tightly wrapped around your neck, followed by an electric shock like a hot kiss. 5, winter is over, spring pushed open the closed window. Paul, who had lost too much blood, withstood his last operation and realized that he could never stay in the hospital again. For more than ten months, the sick around him were suffering, the dying were moaning and deciding, and the atmosphere was more unbearable than his own pain.6. From that day on, Paul devoted his whole body and mind to the creation of this book. He wrote slowly, line after line, page after page. He forgot everything, all of his body and mind are immersed in the characters in the book, but also for the first time tasted the hardship of creation: sometimes those vivid, unforgettable scenes clearly resurfaced in his mind, but he couldn't express it with ink, the words and phrases seem so pale and lack of life and passion. 7, late fall, rainy. The cold rain soaked through the clothes and chilled the flesh. The road building team worked from early morning to late night every day. At night, everyone sleeps on the concrete floor in rain-soaked, sludge-slurry-hardened clothes, using each other's body heat to keep warm. The daily diet consisted of a pound and a half of black bread like anthracite, and sometimes even that was not supplied. There were also constant attacks by Orlik gangs. *** The members of the Youth League fought and labored, and everywhere the sound of iron bars and shovels striking against the stones resounded, and everywhere they saw their backs bent in the strain of labor. Soon the winter came. People were still working hard in the snow and ice, digging through the frozen ground. As long as our breath continues, we must build this railroad. Zhu Helai came to the site, saw this scene, extremely moved: "steel is so refined ah!" 8, life is the most valuable is life, life belongs to people only once. A person's life should be spent in this way: when he remembers the past, he will not be wasted years and regret, but also not because of the shame of doing nothing; in the dying, he can say: "my whole life and all the energy, have been dedicated to the world's most magnificent cause of the liberation of mankind and the struggle." 9. What use was there in living when he had already lost the most precious thing of all, the ability to fight? What will he use to prove that he has lived a worthy life today, in the bleak tomorrow? And what is there to enrich his life? Merely to eat, drink, and breathe? When a powerless bystander, watching his comrades forward to kill? 10, suddenly remembered this to the reason of the famous quote, how long is the life of man, perhaps I have ignorantly or knowingly made many mistakes. There has been remorse, there has been shame, but everything has happened. Maybe I should be more forward-looking, and I should strive to be pursuing and purposeful in my future life.11. I have experienced the pain of abandonment and betrayal in my own life. But one thing has saved me: my life will always have a purpose and meaning, and that is the struggle for socialism. Therein lies the great strength of man - to feel that one is inside a friendly collective. For me, being a fighter is the greatest happiness ...... All personal problems are not as permanent as the cause of socialism.12. Only those who, like me, are madly in love with life, with the struggle, with the building of that new and better world, only those of us who see through to the realization of the full significance of life, do not die at random, even if Only those of us who have seen through to the full meaning of life will not just die, even if there is only a slight chance that we will not give up life. 13. Paul, who was severely attacked by his illness, struggled against idleness on the one hand, and took the lead in the labor and the competition on the other. He every day before dawn, dragging that pair of swollen and stiff feet, take the initiative for comrades ready to boil water and hot food, although Paul a day with a high fever, still with a large wooden shovel in shoveling snow. Serious typhoid fever finally knocked Paul down. The body of a nameless, beautifully haired young man, Paul, was carried to the platform. 14. He stood up and walked toward the main road. A mountain man driving a four-wheeled wagon into town took him along. At the crossroads he bought a local newspaper. There was a notice in the paper that the party members in town were to come to a meeting at the club of Jemyon Bedeinyi. Bedeinyi's club. Paul returned home late at night. He gave a speech at the meeting. He did not realize that it would be the last time he would ever speak at the meeting.15 Only people like me, who are madly in love with life, with the struggle, with the building of that new and better world, only those of us who have seen through to the fullness of the meaning of life, do not just die, and do not give up on life even at the slightest chance.16 The whole world was now on fire. The slaves have risen up in rebellion to sink the old world into the sea. But what is needed to do such things are brave and strong class brethren, not pampered eunuchs; steel warriors who are determined to fight, not soft bones who burrow in the walls like cockroaches hiding from bright lights as soon as the battle is fought."