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Youth is not a period of life; It is a state of mind; This is not rosy cheeks, red lips and soft knees; This is a will, an imaginary quality, and an emotional vitality; This is the freshness of the deep spring of life.

Youth means a kind of courage to overcome timidity, a kind of adventurous desire to overcome ease. This is more common in a 60-year-old man than in a 20-year-old boy. No one grows old just because of age. We grow old by giving up our ideals.

Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns youth to ashes.

Whether you are 60 years old or 16 years old, everyone has the temptation of miracles, the insatiable desire for the future and the fun of life games. In your heart and mine, there is a radio station; As long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, courage and strength from men and God, you will always be young.

When your aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with the ice of cynicism and pessimism, even if you are only 20 years old, you are old; But as long as you put up your antennas and catch waves of optimism, there is hope that you will remain young at the age of 80.

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Youth is not a period of time, but a state of mind; Youth is not a soft knee with rosy cheeks and red lips, but a deep will, a grand imagination and passionate feelings. Youth is the deep spring of life.

Youth pervades Changhong, courage overcomes timidity, and enterprising overcomes Gou 'an. This spirit is born after the twenties, and it is more common for men in their sixties. Getting old is not getting old, but giving up ideals will lead to getting old.

Years are long, and decline only reaches the skin; Enthusiasm gives up, decadence gives up the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns youth to ashes.

No matter how old you are, whether you plan to be 28 or 28, you have the joy of life and the temptation of miracles in your heart, as naive as a child. In the center of everyone's heart there is an antenna, so long as you receive messages of beauty, hope, joy, courage and strength from the sky, you will always be young. 、

When the aerials are down, your spirit is covered with ice and snow, and you are covered with cynicism and self-denial. Even at 20, you are old. However, as long as you put up your antenna to catch optimistic signals, you may die young at the age of 80.

I haven't seen you for three days (excerpt)

We have all read some thrilling stories, in which the hero has only a limited specific time to live. Sometimes as long as a year, sometimes as short as 24 hours. But we are always interested in discovering how this doomed hero chooses to spend his last days or time. Of course, I'm talking about free people who have the right to choose, not prisoners on death row whose activities are strictly restricted.

Such stories make us think about what we should do in similar situations. As mortals, what should we do, experience, associate and regret in the last few hours of our lives?

Sometimes I think it's a good habit to live every day as if I were going to die tomorrow. This attitude will highlight the value of life. We should spend every day with tenderness, vitality and keen appreciation, and when time stretches in front of us, showing more days, months and years, we often lose these. Of course, some people will adopt the hedonistic motto "Eat, drink and be merry". But most people will be tortured by the coming death.

In stories, the doomed hero is usually saved by some luck at the last minute, but his values almost always change. He became more appreciative of the meaning of life and its eternal spiritual value. People often notice that those who live or have lived in the shadow of death bring a mellow sweetness to everything they do.

However, most of us take life for granted. We know that one day we will die, but usually we imagine that day is far away. When we are healthy, death is almost unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch in endless vistas. So we are so busy with trifles that we hardly realize our indifference to life.

I'm afraid the same indifference exists in the use of all our senses and senses. Only the deaf appreciate hearing, and only the blind realize the benefits of vision. This observation is especially applicable to those who have lost their sight and hearing as adults. But those who have never suffered from sight or hearing impairment seldom make full use of these talents. Their eyes and ears vaguely accept all the sights and sounds, without concentration or appreciation. This is an old story: we don't know how to cherish what we have until we lose it, and we don't realize our health until we get sick.

I often think that it would be a blessing if everyone was blind and deaf for a few days at some point in early adulthood. Darkness will make him cherish his eyesight more; Silence will teach him the joy of sound.

If you give me three days of light (excerpt)

We have all read thrilling stories, in which the hero can only live for a very limited time, sometimes as long as a year, and sometimes as short as a day. But we always want to know how those who are destined to leave this world will choose to spend their last time. Of course, I'm talking about free people who have the right to choose, not death row inmates whose activities are strictly restricted.

This story makes us think, what should we do in similar situations? As human beings, what should we do, experience or associate in the last few hours? Recalling the past, what makes us happy? What do we regret?

Sometimes I think it is an excellent rule to live every day as if it were your last. This attitude will make people pay more attention to the value of life. We should live with grace, vitality and gratitude every day. But when time passes in front of us with endless days, months and years, we often lose this feeling. Of course, some people follow the hedonistic creed of "eat, drink and be merry", but most people will still be punished by the coming death.

In the story, the dying hero is usually saved by sudden luck at the last minute, but his values usually change, and he will be more aware of the meaning of life and its eternal spiritual value. We often notice that those who live or have lived in the shadow of death will feel happy no matter what they do.

However, most of us take life for granted. We know that one day we will face death, but we always think that day is still in the distant future. When we are healthy, death is unimaginable, and we seldom think about it. The days seem endless. So we are so busy with trifles that we hardly realize our indifference to life.

I'm afraid the same indifference exists in our use of senses and consciousness. Only the deaf can understand the importance of hearing, and only the blind can understand the value of vision, which is especially suitable for those who have lost their sight or suffered from hearing in adulthood and rarely make full use of these precious abilities. Their eyes and ears vaguely feel the surrounding scenery and sounds, absent-minded and ungrateful. Just as we don't know how to cherish until we lose it, we don't realize the value of health until we get sick.

I often think that it would be a blessing if everyone was deaf for a few days when he was young. Darkness will make him more grateful for the light, and silence will tell him the beauty of the voice.

The company of books

A person can usually be known by the books he reads and the friends he makes; Because of the company of books, there are also human companions; One should always live in the best environment, whether it is books or people.

A good book may be the best friend. This is the case today, in the past, and will not change in the future. It is the most patient and pleasant partner. When we encounter adversity or pain, it will not turn its back on us. It always receives us with the same kindness; It brings us joy and guidance when we are young and comfort and comfort when we are old.

People often discover their intimate relationship through their common interest in the same book, just as sometimes two people become friends through their common interest. There is an old proverb, "Love me, love my dog". But this sentence has more wisdom: "Love me, love my book". "This book is a more real and higher alliance. People can think, feel and sympathize with each other through their favorite writers. They live in him together, and he lives in them.

A good book is often the best urn in life, which contains the best things that can be thought of in life; Because a person's life world, to a great extent, is just his thought world. Therefore, the best book is a treasure house of golden jade words. As long as we remember and cherish it, it will become our eternal companion and comforter.

Books have an immortal nature. They are by far the most enduring products of human efforts. Temples and statues will rot, but books will survive. For great ideas, time is irrelevant, and these ideas are still as fresh today as when they first appeared in the author's mind many years ago. What was said and thought at that time was still vividly printed on paper as before. The only function of time is to screen out inferior products; Because nothing in literary works can last long except what is really right.

Books guide us into the best society; They brought us to the greatest man of all time. We hear what they say and do; We saw them as if they were really alive; We sympathize with them and share their joys and sorrows; Their experience became our experience, and in the scenes they described, we felt that we were their actors to some extent.

Even in this world, great and kind people will never die. Their spirit is preserved in books and spread all over the world. This book is a living voice. This is a kind of wisdom that has not been listened to so far.

Translation: Taking Books as Companion (Excerpt)

Usually, you can know a person by what books he reads, just as you can know him by who he associates with, because some people associate with others by books. Whether you are a book friend or a friend, you should keep the best company.

A good book is like your best friend. It will never change, as it did in the past, now and in the future. It is the most patient and pleasant companion. When we are down and out, it will not abandon us, it will always be kind to us. When you are young, good books cultivate your temperament and increase your knowledge; It gives us comfort and encouragement when we are old.

People often know each other because they like the same book, just as sometimes two people become friends because they appreciate the same person. There is an old saying: "Love me, love me." In fact, the phrase "love me and my book" contains more philosophy. Books are a more sincere and noble bond of friendship. People can communicate their thoughts and feelings, get in touch with each other and get in touch with their favorite writers through their favorite writers.

Good books are often like the most exquisite treasures, which cherish the essence of life thoughts, because the realm of life mainly lies in the realm of their thoughts. Therefore, the best book is a treasure house of beautiful words and lofty thoughts. If these beautiful words and thoughts are remembered and cherished, they will become our faithful companions and eternal comfort.

Books are immortal and the most lasting achievement of human efforts. Temples will collapse, idols will rot, but books will last forever. Time is irrelevant for great ideas. The great ideas that first flashed in the author's mind many years ago are still fresh in his memory today. The only function of time is to eliminate bad works, because only real masterpieces can last forever.

Books introduce us to associate with the best people, which puts us among the masters of all ages, such as hearing their voices, observing their actions, associating with their people, blending with their emotions, sharing joys and sorrows with them and feeling the same. We felt as if we were on the stage described by the author, and BLACKPINK appeared with them.

Even in the world, great and outstanding people will never appear. Their spirit is recorded in books and spread all over the world. Books are the voice of wisdom that people are still listening to, and they are always full of vitality.

If I rest, I will rust.

The meaningful inscription found on an old key-if I rest, I will rust-will be an excellent motto for those who suffer from a little laziness. Even the most industrious people can use it to remind themselves that if a person lets his abilities rest, like iron in an unused key, they will soon rust and eventually fail to finish the work they are asked to do.

Those who want to reach and maintain the heights of great men must maintain their abilities through constant use, so that they can open the door to knowledge, which is the door to every department of human efforts, such as occupation, science, art, literature and agriculture.

Diligence is the key to the treasure house of achievement. Hugh Miller will never become a famous geologist if he spends his evenings relaxing and entertaining after working in a quarry all day. Edmund Si Tong, a famous mathematician, will never publish a mathematical dictionary or find the key to mathematical science. If he spends his spare time doing nothing, if Ferguson, a Scottish boy, lets his busy brain sleep while herding sheep on the hillside instead of counting the positions of the stars with a string of beads, he will never become a famous astronomer.

Labor conquers everything-not unstable, intermittent or wrong-headed labor; It is a loyal, persistent and daily effort towards a clear goal. Just as eternal vigilance is the price of freedom, eternal diligence is the price of noble and lasting success.

If I rest, I will rust.

I found a deep inscription on an old key-if I rest, I will rust. For lazy and troubled people, this will be a wise saying. Even the most diligent people take this as a warning: if a person has talents and doesn't use them, like iron on a discarded key, these talents will rust quickly and eventually fail to complete the work assigned to him.

Some people want to achieve and maintain the achievements of great men, they must constantly use their talents to open the door to knowledge, that is, the door to all fields that human beings are trying to explore, including various occupations: science, art, literature, agriculture and so on.

Diligence keeps the key to success bright. If Hugh? If Miller relaxes at night after working in a quarry all day, he won't become a famous geologist. The famous mathematician Edmund? If Si Tong had nothing to do in his spare time, he would not have published a mathematical dictionary, nor would he have found the key to mathematics. If Ferguson, a young Scotsman, kept his active brain at rest while herding sheep on the hillside instead of counting the positions of the stars with a string of beads, he would not become a famous astronomer.

Labor conquers everything. The labor referred to here is not intermittent, intermittent and off-direction, but firm, persistent, daily and in the right direction. Just as we must always be vigilant if we want to have freedom, we must make unremitting efforts if we want to achieve great and lasting success.

Ambition

It is not difficult to imagine a world without ambition. This may be a friendlier world: no demand, no wear and tear, no disappointment. People will have time to reflect. What they do is not for themselves, but for the collective. Competition will never come in. Conflicts will be eliminated and tensions will become a thing of the past. The pressure of creation will end. Art will no longer be annoying, but a pure celebration function. Life expectancy will be extended, because fewer people will die of heart disease or stroke because of overwork. Anxiety will disappear. Time will get longer and longer, and ambition has long been far away from people's hearts.

Oh, what a boring life that will be!

There is a strong view that success is a myth, so ambition is an illusion. Does this mean that success doesn't really exist? That achievement is actually empty? The efforts of men and women are meaningless compared with the power of sports and events. Obviously, not all successes are worthy of respect, and not all ambitions are worth cultivating. What's right and what's not, this is something that a person can learn by himself soon. But even the most cynical people secretly admit that success exists; This achievement is of great significance; The real myth is that the actions of men and women are useless. Not believing this is to accept a view that is likely to lead to destruction. As far as its meaning is concerned, it eliminates all ability motivation, interest in achievement and concern for future generations.

We didn't choose to be born. We can't choose our parents. We can't choose our historical era, the country where we were born, or the direct environment where we grew up. Most of us do not choose to die; We can't choose the time and conditions of death. But in this field where there is no choice, we can really choose how to live: brave or cowardly, respectable or disgraceful, purposeful or drifting. We decide what is important and what is trivial in life. We decided that either what we did or what we refused to do made us meaningful. However, no matter how indifferent the universe is to our choices and decisions, these choices and decisions are made by ourselves. We decided. We choose. When we decide and choose, our life is formed. In the end, forming our own destiny is the meaning of ambition.

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It is not difficult to imagine what a world without ambition would be like. Maybe this will be a friendlier world: no desire, no friction, no disappointment. People will have time to reflect. What they do is not for themselves, but for the whole group. Competition will never intervene; Conflicts will be eliminated. People's nervousness will become a thing of the past. The pressure of creation will end. Art will no longer be trouble, its function will be purely to celebrate. People will live longer, because there will be fewer and fewer deaths caused by heart disease and stroke caused by fierce struggle. Anxiety will disappear. Time goes by, but ambition has long been far away from people's hearts.

Ah, how boring life will become in the long run!

There is a popular view that success is a myth, so ambition is also illusory. Does this mean that it is not actually successful? Achievement itself is empty? Compared with the strength of many sports, the efforts of men and women are insufficient? Obviously, not all success is admirable, and not all ambition is worth pursuing. One can naturally learn to choose between what is worth and what is not. But even the most cynical people secretly admit that success does exist and the significance of achievement is very important. It is really nonsense to say that what men and women do in the world is futile. The view that success does not exist is likely to cause confusion. The original intention of this view is to write off all motives for improving ability, pursuing interest in performance and caring for future generations.

We can't choose our birth, our parents, the historical period and country where we were born, or the surrounding environment where we grew up. Most of us can't choose death, nor can we choose the time or conditions of death. But among these choices, we can really choose our own way of life: brave or timid, aboveboard or brazen, firm in goal or drifting with the tide. We decide what is important and what is not in life. We decide, either what we do or what we refuse to do, to show our own importance. But no matter how indifferent the world is to the choices and decisions we make, these choices and decisions are ultimately made by ourselves. We decide, we choose. And when we decide and choose, our life can be formed. It is ambition that ultimately determines our destiny.

What am I living for?

Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have dominated my life: the longing for love, the pursuit of knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like strong winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the verge of despair.

I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy-ecstasy so great that I would often sacrifice the rest of my life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought love, next, because it relieves loneliness-that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. Finally, I have sought love, because in the union of love I have seen the mystic miniature of the heaven imagined by saints and poets. This is what I sought, and although it seems too good for life, this is what I finally found.

I seek knowledge with the same enthusiasm. I hope to understand the human mind. I want to know why the stars shine. I tried to understand the Pythagorean power, through which numbers dominate change. I have done this, but not much.

Love and knowledge, whenever possible, will lead us to heaven. But it always brings me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain echoed in my heart. Hungry children, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people regarded by their sons as annoying burdens, and the loneliness, poverty and pain of the whole world make a mockery of the ideal of human life. I long to alleviate evil, but I can't, and I am suffering.

This is my life. I found it worth living, and I would like to live it again if I were given another chance.

What was I born for?

My life is governed by three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong: the longing for love, the search for knowledge and unbearable pity for human suffering. These passions, like strong winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a ocean of anguish, reaching to the verge of despair.

I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy. This unspeakable ecstasy makes me willing to spend the rest of my life for even a few hours of this happiness. I have sought love, next, because it relieves loneliness, in which I feel shivering as if I were standing on the edge of the world facing the cold unfathomable abyss of death. I have pursued love, because in the union I have witnessed, I have seen the paradise that saints and poets yearn for. This is what I am looking for. Although it seems a little out of reach for a person's life, at least this is what I have learned all my life.

I seek knowledge with the same enthusiasm. I hope to understand the human mind and know why the stars shine. I tried to understand Pythagoras' view that "number is everything". I realized a little truth, though not much.

Love and knowledge, with their power, lead people to heaven. But sympathy always drags people back into this world. The cries of pain echoed in my heart. Hungry children, oppressed refugees, and a world of poverty and pain are all merciless mockery of the beautiful life that mankind yearns for. I long to reduce evil, but there is nothing I can do and I can't escape its torture.

This is my life. I found its value. If there is an opportunity, I would like to live again.