2, Beethoven and Tolstoy, they are both geniuses, but they are even more heroes-they are either suffering from diseases, or suffering from tragic experiences, or because of inner doubts and contradictions, or both. This deep distress almost suffocated their breath and destroyed their reason, but with their love and confidence in human beings, they persisted in completing the arduous journey, and Beethoven exchanged pain for joy. Michelangelo used the blood of his life to create a masterpiece that future generations must look up to see. Tolstoy believed that "when all people are happy, there will be happiness in the world."
Do your best to be good, love freedom above all else, and never cheat the truth for the sake of the throne.
4, dusk is coming, and thunderstorms are brewing. Then there are dark clouds, full of lightning, dyed black by night, with storms, which is the beginning of the ninth symphony. Suddenly, when the wind and rain suddenly broke out, the darkness cracked and the night was driven away from the sky. Due to the strength of will, the brightness of the day has returned to us.
Life must not stay at a certain point of thought, life needs to move forward.
The sky is not outside us, but inside us.
6, crazy for life, intoxicated for life, without this drunkenness, he can't live.
7. A person can only live if he is drunk and dreaming.
8, a friend, this is very good; But he's dying. Where is he going? We can't follow him I can't say that I believe what I can't believe. I will always say that I believe. What belongs to me, that's all
9. It may be that my beliefs make people dislike or hinder others. But I can't change it any more than I can change my body. I can't believe anything except what I believe, especially when I want to go back to God.
10, touched his childhood with innocent confession and tears.
1 1. The heroine in my work is loved by me with all my heart, and the past, present and future will always be beautiful. This is the truth. Yes, love! Not selfish love, but the love I felt for the first time in my life. When I saw the dying enemy around me, I loved him. This element of the soul. Love his neighbors, love his enemies, love everyone, love everyone, that is to love God in all directions! To love a dear person is human love, but to love his enemy is the love of the gods!
12, the artist's love for works is the soul of art. Without love, there would be no works of art.
Hope to adopt, thank you!