In the past, Qi Yan thought that she was a person without a home, like a handful of duckweed, she would go wherever the water flowed.
But when you discover what you might be able to do, it's like discovering where you belong. People with ideals are not alone, and those who work towards their ideals will be determined.
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Old Mr. Qi was carrying his back, so naturally he couldn't see Qi Yan's excited expression at this moment. His thoughts were lofty and his words were desolate: "Everyone in the world knows that firefly bags reflect the snow, and chiseling through walls to steal light is a tribute to those people's unremitting pursuit of knowledge."
Qi Yan nodded.
"But the light of the firefly sac is exhausted, and the snow is so cold, how can it be a gentleman's original intention to cut through the wall to steal the light! This is just... Not something you can do."
These gentle, desolate words fell heavily on Qi Yan's heart. At this moment, Qi Yan felt that she was very far away from Mr. Qi. She could not think of this, and she would not think about it. Scholars in this era seem to have a sense of responsibility for the rise and fall of the world.
"The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own beauty like jade. But not everyone has the opportunity to read and read, so go and look for these in the book." Mr. Qi turned his head, seemingly looking at Qi Yan, but not looking at Qi Yan, "I think there are more scholars in the world, and there are more people in the world who can afford to read."
Intention: Those who have ideals are not alone, and those who work towards their ideals will be determined.