"So often, we rise onto our tiptoes and tell ourselves again and again, 'Come on, a little higher. Come on, a little higher.' Even if we can't reach the blazing, brilliant sun, we should still strive to be stars that light the night road, shining with a light of our own, just like An.
What we don't know is that the sun has never cared about us insignificant mortals.
Told in first person, with a third-person story. An old work being posted anew. This is probably the first short story of mine to reach a million reads.
Theme: Study hard and make progress every day.
The teacher hasn't written an essay for a long time, and Ulaanbaatar has not opened it. Is there anything wrong with the third dimension?
Right or wrong, good or bad, good or evil, beautiful or ugly. What the spirit pursues is right, good and beautiful, so he follows it with actions, likes and dislikes, and pursues "like" in the morning. The "like" here is better than other "likes", and it becomes the "future" he pursues, no matter good or bad.
It's been a long time since I read the article written by the teacher. It's still a familiar style. It's easy to calm down and take in the writing style. I really like it.