It is a bright color on the picture of life, not always full of passion, but always flashes spirituality when hesitating. Whether it is winning a thousand miles or lifting weights easily, in the long river of life, there will always be surging waves and radical poems left to the world.

To hold up faith is to hold up a bright moon in endless darkness.

To hold high faith is to hold high a sword among thorns.

A wonderful life needs not only tears when it is successful, but also persistent beliefs when it is lost.

Just like a raindrop moistens a seed in the gap, it inspires us to be tenacious in despair.

Like the compass of an ocean-going ship in the fog, it shows us the way in the chaos.

There are always some storms that we must experience, and there are always some hopes that we must look for. Destiny is destined to need the weight of faith to boldly embark on a journey and not look back on the desolate past.

Perhaps, we will wake up in the middle of the night and lament the lost years. Perhaps the future is still vague, and we still lack inner support. Then try to walk alone in seclusion and try to find the courage lost in glitz in meditation. That is the call of faith, calling us that "the future belongs to us, the obscure days will eventually pass, and struggle is the eternal theme of life."

Faith is a clear spring surging in our hearts, which will always wash away our irritability when we are confused and leave us a pure land in our hearts. It is a free and easy life and an open-minded life.

Fish struggle to swim to the sea because they have a longing for the vastness of the waves; Violet in the rain is indomitable, because he has a longing for the sunshine after rain; A truly strong person dares to create a miracle of life because of his perseverance.

Hold up faith, then hold up the light of hope, open the melancholy skylight and welcome the golden dawn!