"Success or failure turns into nothing. The green mountains are still there, and the sunsets are red several times..." In the vast universe, endless years, a person's life is like a white horse passing by, fleeting in a distant dream, turning into an inconspicuous dust in the universe. Even if you hit the water for thousands of feet, the clouds are as majestic as a mud ball, and your passion is strong You may have ambitions as high as the heavens, but you are still like mediocre people, unable to escape the control of fate, turning into nothingness in helplessness, and quietly passing away from nothingness, as if you never appeared. The endless years will slowly erode your eternal reputation, and history will one day erase you.
Life is vain and frivolous, and suddenly, I was disappointed to find that the pursuit of life has lost its meaning. Is it possible that the golden mean is so highly respected in the history of the Chinese nation? The world does not do it for me, nor does it do it for me, nor is it the first, nor the last, nor the last, and it is more comfortable to spend a peaceful and peaceful life as a doctor!
However, I can't let go. Why do I often get excited when faced with challenges and stay up at night because of nervousness and excitement?
Why is my mind filled with ideals, fantasies, and hopes, and I often turn into an omnipotent hero in my dreams?
Why does the flower in my heart sprout and bloom, and the youthful passion in my heart irrigates and nourishes her?
Perhaps people are born through hard work. Without ideals and struggles, the meaning of being a human being is lost, just like cutting off a person's dreams with a dream knife, then the person is incomplete, even though he is not disabled.