Mochow has no chance on the road ahead. Populus euphratica lost the opportunity to grow up in an environment with abundant rain and thick and fresh soil, but was carefully carved for the sound and affection of the wind and became a dancer without words and tears in the carefully cultivated desert. Pine trees have lost their warm south, but they are green all year round. The horse lost his job as a millstone, but he was regarded as a swift horse.
Mochow will have no chance in the future. Zweig was exiled in a foreign land because of his Jewish identity, but he listened to the sound of Atlantic waves and became a literary master who was praised as "the soul catcher" by romain rolland. Under the pressure of the Cultural Revolution, Shen Congwen lost the opportunity to create idyllic writing, but instead of throwing it away, he bent over history and culture and waited for this work.
Mochow will have no chance in the future. Whether it's weeding at night, picking chrysanthemums, frying tea in spring water or making wine in pine flowers; Whether it's a short paper, a clean window and a thin chest, or Sanqiu Guizi and Shilihua, whether it's a drunken lounge, a sentimental mountain and river, or a drizzling rain, a willow branch brushing the embankment, such an elegant picture always flies slowly after losing or giving up Zhong Ling Yuxiu, and the dude, the man who smeared an issue, is bound to live such a delicate life all day long.
Mochow will have no chance in the future. Jing Yidan's life began at the age of 40, and Yang Lan was successful only after she gave up her job and resolutely studied. Because they went further, they stumbled all the way. Although they lost seemingly precious opportunities, they finally found and passed their own door to success.
Andersen said, "The glorious road of thorns goes around the earth, and only the lucky ones will be selected as unpaid engineers to build a bridge between God and the world." Everyone has his own strengths, and God will give him the right opportunity.
"Opportunity, beauty and freedom will never be blocked." They are like a trickle. If they don't gush out here, they will flow elsewhere. Ba Jin said, "Our life must blossom." Then be a brave man. When the cool breeze blowing out candles at night blows out the fire of opportunity, the world will be bright again.
Mochow has no chance. She will fearlessly step through the burning red-violet fire in the three realms and reach the other side of lush water plants.