Magnified reality, false reality, enough wealth to last a lifetime, yesterday and tomorrow changing between begging and alms, whether you stand at the top of the tower or are trampled on the ground, you can choose or force yourself to do it.
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This is a documentary novel that spans the ages. The writing is as sharp as a carving knife, carving out portraits of characters with fleshy flesh and sharp edges. The protagonist rises and falls several times in the torrent of the times, climbing from the bottom to the top of the scenery, and then falling from the clouds into the gloomy trough. That upward and unyielding tenacity is deeply imprinted by the years, almost engraved into the texture of life.
The scenery is noisy at times, as lonely as frost at troughs, and alternates between hot and cold, illuminating the cognitive gap. He crushed every setback into sand and gravel for moving forward, reflected on himself when he was lost, accumulated strength in silence, and never truly bowed to fate. Today, his hair is gray, and he is still hunkering down halfway up the mountain, struggling to climb, covered in scars but with bright eyes.
Can you reach the top again? No one knows. The climb is still going on, and the road ahead is uncertain. This is the stubborn back left to the times by a life that refuses to give in...
This is a documentary novel that spans the ages. The writing is as sharp as a carving knife, carving out portraits of characters with fleshy flesh and sharp edges. The protagonist rises and falls several times in the torrent of the times, climbing from the bottom to the top of the scenery, and then falling from the clouds into the gloomy trough. That upward and unyielding tenacity is deeply imprinted by the years, almost engraved into the texture of life. The scenery is noisy at times, as lonely as frost at troughs, and alternates between hot and cold, illuminating the cognitive gap. He crushed every setback into sand and gravel for moving forward, reflected on himself when he was lost, accumulated strength in silence, and never truly bowed to fate. Today, his hair is gray, and he is still hunkering down halfway up the mountain, struggling to climb, covered in scars but with bright eyes. Can you reach the top again? No one knows. The climb is still going on, and the road ahead is uncertain. This is the stubborn back left to the times by a life that refuses to give in...