Nothing Makes Me Choose to Be Strong

　　In the face of life, in the face of frustration, in the face of nothing, I understand the bitterness and helplessness of life. The first thing you need to do is to look at the moonlight and look at the lights, there is always a little bit of guilt in your heart, time does not return, the years are lost in the night sky, and we are waiting for something, waiting for nothingness and uncertainty, waiting for the gift of death, but we are in existence to survive, to seek the so-called living.

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　　The wind and rain rise, the sudden rain also, the spectator has nothing to seek, know me as seeking to survive has. Just what is just, a hundred refinements are. The most painful thing in life is not the desolation of the cowherd and the weaving maid to look away, nor the joy of spending time drinking, but the face of choice but there is no choice. When we gorgeous flash moment, in addition to applause, are flowers, who knows the hero behind the tired wounds.

　　He is the son of a farmer in the mountains, living in very difficult conditions, his growth itself is a miracle, a kind of untold secret. As a child, he was so naughty that he was called a fool, under the care of his mother and father, self-improvement, at the age of six, he was abandoned by his cousins and childhood friends because he was not good with words, from then on he said goodbye to the joy of childhood, into the dark period of childhood, alone to bear the loneliness and pain, twelve years, his grievances no one can know, his heart left tears only the heart knows, the teachers' ridicule during the elementary school years He almost entered into a collapse of life, into silence, into the face of loneliness alone. Silence does not mean that he gave up, but in silence, from loneliness let him like the words, like to create a person in silence. Twelve years old he stepped into junior high school to study, his essay role transformed quickly, filial piety and gratitude combined, loved by teachers; during secondary school, he is not so happy with other children, so naive, but more mature, more persistent, he has his own space, that is, the text, his liberal arts in addition to English, the basic ranking of the top three in the class, not good at words, not good at communicating with people, in He is not good at talking, not good at communicating with people, and taking on the so-called hardships alone on the difficult road of life. His good psychological quality, and his three years of solid cultural background in secondary school, nine years of simple and sincere feelings of the text, creating his good communication skills, 13 years old on behalf of the grade to participate in the county language knowledge contest, with 143.5 points won the second place in the county language knowledge contest, 14 years old he was a "drugs, the cry of life," He won the second prize in the county's primary and secondary school essay contest, and at the age of 14, he won the third prize in Heilongjiang's national primary and secondary school essay contest with an essay entitled "Youth, I write for you. A conquest, a shining honor opened the door to his literature. From then on, he took a firm step toward literature.

　　At the age of eighteen, he stepped into the Chinese Department of Teachers' College to study, he loves words, is addicted to literature, culture class he is the best in theory, literary theory he is the experience of literature, poetry appreciation is the highest lyricism of his emotions, eighteen years old, his mind has matured, the oppression of life is he understands, in the future to live better, you must work hard. Eighteen years old, the most colorful and happy years of his college years, but he chose to pay, chose to be selfless, every night without knowing the exertion of writing, eighteen years old, published poems "border guards", "open youth", "soul messenger" and so on. At the age of 18, he published more than 30 poems such as "Border Guard", "Youth in the Air", "Messenger of the Soul", etc., and essays such as "Youth with you, not alone" and "Love, thank you". He became a famous poet in the whole school, he was good at doing ideological work and good at speech, and to the university, he was fruitful.

　　At the age of 18, he was introduced by his teacher to work in the city's Writers' Association. On the road of work, he won several honors for himself and his unit with his pure words, and in September, he was transferred to the newspaper to join the work (as a civil servant). In 2012, he used his own hands to do the final fight for his second business, and his life fell once again, and he learned not to give in and learn to be strong because he had nothing. He is not someone else, he is me, a man who will not give in to the tang.

　　The so-called pain makes me understand the so-called reality, this is me, the young heart will not bow down because of the hardships, as long as alive, as long as there is a breath, I will be with the business to the end.

　　We can shed tears, leaving speechless tears, we can confide in, confide in our unknown pain, we can be speechless, put all alone to bear, but we can not choose to abandon, can not fall on the starting line, with vulnerability to face indifference. Life for each of us will not be calm and smooth sailing. Mindset determines our thinking, thinking determines our pace of forwarding movement. The key to treating people and things depends on the attitude, gratitude is the basis for a successful career, and mentality is the guarantee of a long career.

　　The vicissitudes will not give us pity, ruthlessness will not give us sympathy, the sea will not give us smooth sailing, the sky will not give us the wind and rain, and reality will not give us the so-called wishful thinking. It is all about changing yourself and choosing to be strong in the experience. The willow, not the spring breeze awakened his soul, but he is strong in the glorious bloom, a hundred flowers bloom for him. The meaning of life is not that we hold a good hand of cards, but play a good hand of miscellaneous cards. We are not the second generation of the rich, our fathers are not millionaires, they are born and raised in the mountains, face to face with the earth and back to the sky, creating the spark of life. Put away your vulnerability and live strong.

　　The lights are out, who is writing for you, the traffic, who is waiting for you, my pen is not a wonderful pen, my pen is not a spring blossom. Instead, I am quietly waiting, quietly waiting for you to shine in the bloom of a hundred flowers. I will not forget these words three years ago, you used your life for my existence today, I will use this life to fulfill your wishes, the next year when the hundred flowers bloom, is for you to bloom. The dance is the youth, flaunting the personality, you quietly left the moment, I used tears for you to practice. Life on the road, I grew up, know the meaning of existence.

　　In the sea of words floating, I found my true self, the words floating between the lines of my love of wine, once geometric, I was crazy in words, once geometric, drunken midnight bell, I knocked out their own life. The confused life wandered me. In the night, the sleeping face held up a heart that would not abandon. I am used to sleepless nights, I am used to the company of the night, the fragrance of wine slightly drunk, why is the sound of the midnight bell is a beautiful landscape.

　　The youth road, a few more childish, a few less contemplative. The road to love is more than hurt, less a few no one knows the joy. The long night, a few times try to ask yourself, how you should face it. I learned to cherish the days when I had nothing, and I experienced what loneliness is when I had nothing. Nothing let me know the difficulty of their existence, the road of love you choose to be unreasonable, but I choose to establish a career.

　　I love you, not because I want to have you, but because I want you to be happier than I am. Infatuation love, love infatuation. Leave me, your choice I respect. The wind and rain road, I will spread my wings and fly high and leave your world. The life you want I temporarily can not give you, I want the understanding you can not give me.

　　I do not need you to look beautiful, I need you to know the value of my existence, I do not need you to worry about me, I just need you to understand me. I don't need you to be in the kitchen for me, I just need you to give me a little care, I'm satisfied. Leave me, with your hope, I'll spur for you. May you have a better life than me.

　　When the business is pleased, when life is brilliant, flowers and applause, but now I have nothing, you left me, alone and lonely once again in the business to endure the hardships of life without the demand, this moment, I understand the reality, cold eyes, relentless gaze, gale force attacks, I learned to face strong. Once upon a time, indisputable tears wet my eyes. Walking in the busy street, listening to the warmth and coldness of the earth, as a child of the countryside, I can only bear alone, bear this pain.

　　I don't know who I want to talk to about the hardships and sorrows on the road to business, and I have been bruised on the road to the storm. The season of blooming flowers, swaying grass floating my inner wounds.

　　I will not fall on the road of business, the junction of fate, I believe she will be with me for life. Gale, I have no fear, rainstorm I gladly challenge you. The brilliance of life is written with the love of their own not fallen, flowers only for the self-improvement of those who bloom