Unyielding Life Path

"The Unyielding Path of Life" In the twelfth lunar month of 1990, deep in the mountains of western Hunan, a boy was born into a poor family who couldn't even afford a full moon drink. When he was eight years old, his father's legs were broken in a mining accident. The mine owner gave away his life with 20,000 yuan. For the first time, he understood: Being poor means even life is worthless. At the age of ten, I picked up scraps at five in the morning and was ridiculed as a "waste kid". He dug out a torn book from the trash and carved a line on the title page: "Remember these shoes. Remember the road under your feet." At the age of thirteen, he was slapped in the face and deducted from his wages by the foreman while carrying bricks on a construction site. He didn't fight back. When he was fifteen, his mother was diagnosed with a tumor and he decided to drop out of school. The mother dragged her sick body and rushed to school: "If you dare not study, I will die for you." At the age of twenty, the partners took away all the funds and the bank balance dropped to zero. He was sitting on the streets of Shenzhen with only thirty-seven yuan in his pocket. At the age of twenty-three, he lived in a basement without windows, ate instant noodles worth two and a half yuan, and wrote the first line of code for "Shanwai". At the age of thirty-five, the company went public and its market value exceeded 10 billion. This is not a cool article. This is a story about bones - how a man who grew out of the mud was knocked down time and time again and stood up again and again. Not because he is smart, not because he is lucky, but because he has no way out. "I never thank myself for suffering. Suffering is not worthy of gratitude. What deserves gratitude is the one who never gives up." Destiny determines your starting point, but only you can determine your ending point.