Take the history exam that I just passed. As soon as the result came out, some people were happy and others were sad. Let's look at those who have excellent grades. In order to get good grades, almost all of them recite hard before and after class, and they also attend various cram schools during the holidays. It's all about the results of the senior high school entrance examination.
Their struggle earned them the rewards they deserved. They must be in a very good mood at that time.
We don't need to say much about those who failed the exam. Basically they are lazy after class. There are not many things in their minds, and they are almost gone. Can they feel better after the exam? This is the difference between knowing how to struggle and not knowing how to struggle.
A struggling person who is not sensible in his youth, can his youth still be wonderful? On this point, there is a typical negative textbook, that is, a man named Zhong Yong. He is very talented, but he doesn't cherish it. His father showed his talents in front of others all day, but he was not allowed to continue his studies. As time went on, Zhong Yong's talents gradually disappeared. Finally, by the time he was fifteen, Zhong Yong was "indifferent to everyone". This shows that if you don't know how to struggle and continue to develop, you will have the ability again and your ability will eventually be erased. It can be seen that it is terrible not to know how to struggle now.
Now, your youth is still there. While you are still young, focus on your goals and fight for them. Don't let yourself regret it then.
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All creatures in the world have their own history of struggle, but that history of struggle is in their youth. -inscription
Butterfly's dream—
I am a little butterfly living in the dark, just waiting for that beautiful dream to bloom in the sun. I breathe passion and persistence in the dark. The carrier of darkness is the cocoon woven by the creator with failure, pain and confusion. Every day in my youth, I have a dream that will never change. In my dream, I will break away from the pale shackles, fly to the blue sky and dance along a stream. And we know that fragile wings and short life can only be tempered into a resolute and persistent body in loneliness, cold and darkness. Only by continuous struggle, my life and my youth will be more brilliant and more free and easy.
Don't cut my cocoon with your scissors sincerely, help me to wave away the suffering and struggle of my life. Please don't let me face the sun too early, which will only make my life shorter-then turn into dead leaves and melt in the soil. ...
If you love me, let me fight alone.
Fish tears—
I am just an ordinary fish. When I was growing up in my mother's embryo, I listened through the running water, which was the clear spring at the end of the horizon. So from then on, I decided that there were my brave dreams, my struggles and my vows of youth. When I left my mother's arms, when I smelled the fresh air for the first time, when I felt the cold water sliding over my skin for the first time, I looked for the trace of the clear spring in the wind. I will go upstream, snuggle up to it, quietly wash away the dust on my body, turn my heart and the sea blue, and then. However, a gorgeous glass cover makes people feel a little grim, hugging me and hurting me. It made me lose the course of struggle and the oath of youth.
Clouds piled up in the sky seem to block the way to heaven, and time flows out of the wound like blood. After I missed this glass cover again and again in Shuang Yi, my tears merged with the water in this glass cover, and my body gradually became as transparent as water. Perhaps, this glass-covered world is safe and warm, but is it a landscape or a cage of life? Don't let me enjoy the warmth too early and miss the struggle of youth, which will only make me die feebly.
If you love me, let me fight by myself.
My youth-
The tide of years has surged to the point of struggle in my life, bleaching the blood of history and my fragility forever, because I don't know how to struggle at all.
When I am worried about a math problem, there are always some figures around me. They are also me, another confused and dark me. "I want to copy it tomorrow for such a long time!" What are you afraid of? I can't afford it. "I told me, so I listened to my words and' conquered' these problems in this unique way.
The gardenias outside the window are very bright, but not for me, only for those who know how to struggle. The math paper in my hand is in a mess, and my score is hovering on the edge of passing. It seems that if you are not careful, you will fall into the abyss of failing, and the teacher's scolding sounds in your ears. He blamed me, when the answer is too easy, the process will often be erased, and the struggle will disappear in the wind. How to make this darkness linger, how to make butterflies bloom their dreams, and how to make fish struggle freely? Listen-
If you love me, let me work hard in my youth.
Let every life experience the suffering it deserves, let every soul become perfect in the process of continuous deformity, and let yourself use the fragments of struggle to change the most wonderful plot in life. Young people need to struggle ...
Tisso
The wind is bleak, the night is silent, and I leave the bright moon alone. The lights are dim, people are bleak, and they work hard. The flowers by the window have withered, withered and withered. Reminds me of the tragic situation of falling flowers, but there is also a feeling that "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more". I vaguely remember that when the flowers didn't bloom, they were wasted by time and carved by years, so that she gradually grew new leaves, sprouted and bloomed. If the graceful girl, the wind blows the branches and the sky bends down, appreciate her graceful figure and rich fragrance.
As Bing Xin said: "The flower of success, people only admire her present brilliance! However, at the beginning, its buds were soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice! " One-off beauty needs to be achieved through struggle, so that when youth withers, autumn is the afterglow and fruit of the sunset.
The teacher said that the line segment between two points is the shortest. But I don't know the cruel reality, distorting or even breaking the distance of dreams. Therefore, the starting point of life should be youth. Paint our colors with hard work and sweat. One day, the horizon will disappear in front of us, spread its wings and fly to the other side of victory.
The road is bumpy and full of thorns. When it comes to the end, it may be the end of a broken branch, or a bird flies by, but there is no trace in the sky. So what if you are heartbroken, as long as you have no regrets in this life. Facing the headwind, I walked, experienced and failed, but the scenery on the road remained the same.
A cold current blew, and the lonely night language slipped in loneliness, stretching my hair. Hazy, I hurt the flowers, and I saw the place where the residual flowers fell, and a fragrance grew. ...
In the same season as flowers, fingers are easy to fall off. Wordless struggle, not waste today.
In the flower season, we are struggling.