If you die for a living, it is a long way and there are many temptations. As a tiny and lonely individual, people will inevitably wander before the multiple-choice questions in life. On one ferry after another, what can one choose in the repeated dangers? What should they choose? Choose honesty. Because it is more reliable than beauty. A life without beauty may be a life without enough sparkle, and a life without integrity is a life without a glimmer of light. You may not be Pan An. You may not be a stone. But you can't lose the basic trust of others. 【 People, honesty, faith for the day. "Without integrity, do you want to be a grain of dust suspended in the world? Choose honesty. Because it is more practical than cleverness. Honesty is like a country boy. Every day, he only bows his dark and broad back and works silently on the fertile soil of life. Smart is more like a computer hacker. He is always so witty and flexible, but he always makes people nervous because he doesn't reveal the truth. In the script of life, an honest and practical actor is always more popular with the audience than a treacherous and eccentric character. Choose honesty, because it has more connotation than money. Running around under the banner of "money is everything" is doomed to be a hard and boring life. The smell of copper will only bring money in the end. Honesty can polish life, make life tall and full, inject intoxicating colors and rich connotations into life, make life full of concern in the world, start well and finish well, and choose honesty, because it is more timely than honor. There is no all-night performance. No one can live with the aura of honor all his life. Honor is short-lived Just a small piece of beautiful scenery on the journey of life. But honesty is the seed to cultivate the beautiful scenery of life. Persisting in cultivation will always be beautiful. You will sow the seeds of honesty all over the earth. Your life will always be beautiful. Choosing honesty is the right choice. When you weigh them one by one, and filter them layer by layer, you will suddenly find that the most fascinating thing under the veil of life is the least pretentious and unpretentious frankness! You will find that life is so dull without honesty! In the baptism of life and wind and waves, if you have integrity, you can sing in the most sunny mood. Dead, integrity can't be lost! Or the autumn wind is getting colder. It began to rain intermittently today. I am idle at home. I accidentally dug out a diary from the corner of the bookshelf. A diary with a red plastic cover and some yellow paper in it was written by a teenager of 17. It's turned over. That's light blue ink. It's twisted. Looking at the classroom on the second floor, through the rough and pale words, it is real and familiar in front of my eyes for an instant. Young memories of growing up, lost emotional fragments and fearless feelings of teenagers-this is a frivolous and arrogant poem. He is superficial in his bones, despising everything, criticizing everything and dreaming everything. I wrote this in those years. It's no use. Create through accumulation. Struggle in exploration. Embark on a long journey from the front. Don't say we have nothing. We have the most precious thing in the world-time. Give me a lever. I will shake the whole earth. This is a poem from Seeds of Love. The girls in the class have long flowing hair, fair face, affectionate eyes and long white dresses. The first contact was in the cinema. That feeling instantly reached the bottom of my heart. A kind of tranquility and comfort arises spontaneously. At that moment, my heart was moved inexplicably. An insurmountable and untouchable thing. Young and sweet feelings are rapidly rippling in my heart. It was at sunset. We had a warm journey together by the beautiful river. In that day's diary, I wrote: [Riverside] The fragrance of people flows quietly by the river where the sunset glow is reflected. Everything is so affectionate. Everything is so beautiful. It is so beautiful that it makes people tremble. " This is a melancholy and lonely poem. A sensitive heart. Or green. Or reckless. Or rebel. Self-awakening of limited life. With a hint of intense sadness. With a hint of sadness. Unreasonable sympathy. Helpless sigh. It's in the diary. I had to hide. Hiding on an uninhabited desert island. Heal my soul quietly. This is an ideal poem. I dream of becoming a famous poet, a writer with equal works, a general with a horizontal knife, and a warrior who saves the country and the people-but I don't know why. At that time, I didn't expect to be a boss, a rich tycoon. The last night of graduation. International situation. Once a sense of hardship. Once ambitious. Once idealism. The feelings of youth are always poetic. Whether it is lingering. Sadness. Or generous. Full of passion Please listen to the song of ancient young talents: [How to repay a debt of gratitude. Dragon sword male and female "(Luo's)," Better be a centurion than a scholar "(Yang Jiong)," Why linger at the fork in the road. Children * * *