Light up the fireworks in the sky

Even a little fire will gather into the power to light up the future. ——Inscription

If I give you a flower seed, I believe you can let it bloom all over the mountains and fields; if I give you a small sail, I believe you can let it travel all over the mountains and rivers; if I give you a A heart lamp, I believe you can let it shine all over the earth. However, I cannot give you this, and I will not give you this, because you are moving forward with the most beautiful posture and will light up the most gorgeous fireworks in the sky.

Never give up like you.

I will never forget your last performance in this year's World Cup. Although the result was tragic, you were still wonderful. No one will forget you who went into battle despite being sick, looking for opportunities to score goals again and again, and never gave up even at the last moment. I can't forget the courage to step onto the field even though I was injured in September. I can't wait to return to the field and be my own flea. I can’t forget the tough battle with Brazil a month ago. We will never forget that when the game was about to come to an end, it was you who sounded the clarion call for counterattack and took the Pampas eagle to fly together. Never forget...

Have firm faith like you

You never choose not to believe in anything, and so do we. Believing in you is our faith. It was like this when you were a child. Faith supported you and believed that you could definitely kick out, because you knew that this path was your own choice and you were willing to pay for it. This is true even after you grow up. Faith still leads you to keep moving forward, because you always believe that Barcelona allows you to grow and your teammates make you great. What is belief? I thought about it for a long time and didn't understand. Now because of you I understand. Faith is the mountain and faith is the shore. When the storm comes, we hide in the valley and wait for the weather to clear. Because of faith, we bravely cross the rough strait to the warm other shore.

Low profile blooms like you

I especially like what your father said: From now on, my child, you are no longer a genius. I don’t want anyone to praise you to the sky in the future. But I hope you can lower your profile and climb to the sky step by step through hard work and sweat. You are an obedient child, and you move forward step by step according to your father's instructions. Before you became famous, you worked alone in a corner silently; after you were honored, you just smiled humbly and thanked everyone who helped you. You did it, and you exchanged your hard work and sweat for the most beautiful paradise. Fix your own splendor at the moment when you score a goal, because you know that your most brilliant splendor is at the moment when your hands are pointing to the sky and the whole audience cheers...

I can only capture your most ordinary moments It’s a small thing, because no matter how great it is, it’s the most ordinary thing in your eyes. Did you know? These ordinary but extraordinary little things are gathering into an unstoppable force bit by bit, and we have always believed that it will lead you to that beautiful tomorrow. Nothing can stop you from moving forward. The future is still very long, and the fireworks in the sky are also waiting for you to light up, because that is your light, a unique light. This light is when you are at a loss. It illuminates the way forward, is the hope that rekindles confidence when you are frustrated, and is the strong arm that supports you when you are in pain.

Thank you for letting me know you in the summer of 2010, and for making me start to pay attention to this field that I once didn’t want to pay attention to. I am familiar with your legend, you are you, the only Messi in the world who regards football as his life. Life turns out to be a ladder of dreams, because you never give up, so it extends to the moment when dreams come true; life turns out to be a sea of ??the soul, because you are full of love, so you can appreciate the magnificence of the ebb and flow; the future turns out to be It is a seed of spring. Because you move forward firmly, you wait for the gorgeous spring flowers.

I want to use countless gorgeous words to praise you, but I find that no matter how graceful the language is, it is not suitable for you, because you are the most ordinary but extraordinary Messi, the one who only uses football to prove that he has never The Messi who argues with others is the Messi who hides his sadness with a smile on his face. How we want to give you our love so that you have full courage, how we want to lend you a pair of wings so that you can ride the wind and waves and travel far.

I never expected to see you with my own eyes, I just wanted to pay attention to you from a certain corner of the earth from a distance. You don’t have to know that I am there, I just hope that you believe that we are loving you.

Thank you for having you in 2010, letting me know that a person can affect my heart like this. Cry with you when you are frustrated, look to the future with you after the tears, cheer with you when you are successful, and be down to earth with you after the joy. 2010 is coming to an end. Whether it is a failure or a success, this year will pass. 2011 is getting closer, and we know you are opening your minds to welcome this new year. We welcome tomorrow just like you. The future is full of hope and the challenges will not stop. But we will believe as always that you will not stop moving forward. Even if you stumble, you can just stand up and keep moving forward. . Because you know that there is a cluster of fireworks in the dark sky waiting for you to light it up. You keep working hard, hoping that you can light up the bright fireworks. Even a little bit of fire is the power to light up the fireworks. Even if it is the one in the girl's hand, A small match can also illuminate the most unparalleled future.

As night falls, the street scene with the newly lit lights is no brighter than the dawn at this moment. I saw that the sky was full of bright stars, and the spots of light gathered together. I know that is the agreement between you and your teammates, to meet in this silent night sky and bring us full of twinkling lights. I see that the night sky at this moment is like day, and you are bravely flying forward, getting closer to the fuse of the fireworks, and then lighting the fuse with other starlight. Then the fireworks in the sky bloomed together, bringing the most wonderful romance to the silent night. Then the fireworks bloomed in the sky

Messi, the idol of the era!

In this era, idols are the most lacking. We are helpless and sadly wandering in the diverse and impure spiritual world. The temptation of material desires and utilitarian life trajectory are mixed with vulgarity and boredom. Culture and disordered value standards make one's life direction confusing and hesitant, and the lack of aesthetic taste makes communication between people simple and tasteless.

Perhaps the charm of sports may change some situations, especially football as the first sport. Power, technology, art, team, victory, honor, battle, hero, there are so many elements for us Understanding life and experiencing the truest and most beautiful aspects of human nature can bring about the most spiritual pleasure. No matter which angle we appreciate it from, there is always a side that we like.

The appearance of Messi carries too many elements. He is the king of Camp Nou and the spokesperson of Barcelona. Barcelona's artistic football, the humble and low-key charisma of Barcelona players, and Barcelona's purpose of being "more than just a team" are all well reflected in him. A sincere smile, a simple and healthy life, a hard-working professional spirit, and a philanthropic mind. While others were busy seeking pleasure, after the sun and sea water washed away their fatigue, he chose to go to Haiti and Panama to bring comfort, assistance, and hope to people who were materially deficient and spiritually poor. Because he is Messi, a messenger sent by God, he has the obligation to become the ambassador of UNICEF. It is undeniable that he is making money and advertising, but this is the premise for him to help others, and it is also the reward he deserves.

Many people are involuntarily fascinated by this kind-hearted child, maybe because of his superb skills, maybe because of his pure heart, maybe because of their own standards. I don’t know why Schumacher and Kobe like him, and I don’t want to know the reasons and motivations of Maradona, Cruyff and Guardiola for admiring him, but it is undeniable that more and more people regard him as Be a favorite object and an idol of worship.

But what is even more unreasonable is that so many people show strong hatred and disgust for him. Are they what they really think? Is it because of my stance as a fan? As a rational person, I really can’t find a reasonable explanation, but if it’s just a tendency, without any rationality or objective standards, it’s just an emotion among fans. Venting is a kind of self-construction of virtual existence on the Internet, a kind of existence that needs to be chosen in the opposite direction when discussing topics during boring periods. I still understand it. But I don’t understand some extremely vicious words that make people feel extremely uncomfortable. No one can have faults, and it is impossible to be perfect. Of course Messi will have some shortcomings, but the flaws cannot be concealed. Why magnify some problems that are not problems? Of course it's a matter of motivation, so don't mention it.

Don't care about the misleading and false information spread by some people under the influence of dark psychology, as well as the ugly human nature that tramples on and destroys beauty.

Our children need beauty and idols. As lovers of pure sports and ordinary people full of expectations for life, we need to flaunt and establish a healthy idol. He is a gift given to us by God-- ------Messi!

Although he is a foreigner, a 23-year-old kid!

But that doesn’t matter.

Four years ago, I met your eyes by chance thousands of miles away. From that moment on, I could no longer escape the spell of your real blood.

——Inscription

Four years have passed. Four full years have passed. The trivial things in my memory have been blown away like falling flowers. However, some of the good things that should be remembered seem to have been blown away by the years.

Actually, I have been wondering why the German war that ignited the whole world four years ago has not been able to ignite my passion that has been dormant for more than ten years. I was graduating from elementary school at that time, and the overwhelming greenery didn't move me much. Instead, it was not as heart-wrenching as when I was in second grade watching the Chinese team fight hard on the soil of Japan and South Korea. Under the double oppression of primary school and junior high school, I even felt a little bit at a loss.

However, the tiger in my heart is never willing to hide for a long time in the silence reflected by the clear leakage.

It was June 2006, a group match of the World Cup in Germany, Argentina played against Serbia and Montenegro. At that time, I knew very little about football, so I only took a break to watch it for a while after my parents clamored for five crazy goals. However, thanks to these short ten minutes, I truly witnessed the emergence of another extraordinary genius in world football.

It wasn’t until a few years later, when I became a true fan, that I learned about the childlike football player who came on as a substitute in the 75th minute and completed the last shot of the game from a small angle in the 88th minute. The boy, at the age of 19, became the main player of La Liga giants Barcelona. I am grateful for my foresight. When I was not obsessed with football and that child was not yet famous, I vaguely foresaw that this Argentine golden boy from La Masia would surely shine in the world in the future.

The group stage is over. The golden boy turned to face the camera, casually showing a child-like smile, innocent and clear like the clear clouds and mist over the Pampas, but there was always an unspoken domineering look between his eyebrows.

Yes, he is indeed a child only a few years older than us.

But he silently announced the arrival of his era and came to Camp Nou.

His name is Messi. The innocence of the Pampas and the bloody transformation elf of Catalonia, Lionel Messi.

I have always regretted why I regained my long-lost enthusiasm only when the storm blowing on the green fields of South Africa began to sweep across the world. But I did miss the best time. Needless to say, the charming debut in the 05-06 season, but also the crazy six-time championship in the 08-09 season, which is a peak moment that many Samurai fans deserve to remember for a long time. During the war-torn years of 2008 and 2009, countless people stayed up all night for the red and blue beliefs. Unprecedented success, ideals and dreams bloomed brilliantly over the Iberian Peninsula, and the red and blue dreams fascinated the entire Catalonia. The perfect combination of technical flow and artistic school has created a new milestone in the history of football, and the new king of Camp Nou who stands on this milestone is just that shy and smiling child.

Of course, in December of that year, the child ascended to the top of world football with an overwhelming advantage: World Footballer.

That was a glorious moment. Any other person might have become even more unruly amid the flowers and praises in the sky. However, the child can always maintain that smile, just like the blooming lotus, bowing his head humbly under the gaze of the scorching sun, and devoting all his energy to the longer and arduous journey ahead.

The Saibo flowers, as red as the clouds, spread out grandly on the Pampas grasslands. Behind the silence is a style full of fighting spirit and blood.

Messi should be very ambitious at this time. The first peak period of a career can inject endless fresh motivation into children. He is still Barcelona and Argentina's number one striker, invincible. Even after joining Villa this summer, he promoted the development of Barcelona's striker trident "MVP".

Even in Real Madrid, the absolute rival on the Iberian Peninsula, this phenomenal player has become a "giant" that they praise symphonically: he will be just that for the next 100 years (Mourinho's words).

However, no matter how smooth the river flows, it will always encounter nine beaches and eighteen bays, and its destiny will be ups and downs, and it is deep and unpredictable.

The so-called Messi's performance in the Argentine national team is not as good as Barcelona's, and Spain's remarks cannot be fully believed. But on that bleak night of July 3 this year, no matter whether they were radical or calm, countless people around the world hummed the song "Don't cry" that was enough to make the entire South Africa World Cup lose their minds. "For Me, Argentina", like a requiem, quietly soothes every sad heart. Of course, Ami is not the only one. The super popularity gathered by the Adelaide war was beaten to pieces in front of almost all the Argentinian players who were heartbroken. The fascist-style indiscriminate bombing of the German tanks completely shattered the only remaining and most beautiful dream of this World Cup. We see the unbridled and arrogant evil spirit on the faces of those young warriors, tearing apart the misty dreams on the La Plata River; the excitement on Merkel's face cannot be concealed, but it is full of hatred and impacts us at the end. A fragile psychological defense. As for the Argentine King, he was confused. After the game, he was the only one standing alone in the empty stadium. What kind of helplessness and helplessness he felt! He deliberately turned his back to the camera, but at that moment, the bitterness and tears in his heart filled the stars. Under the dim light of the setting sun, what a blood-red tragedy it was.

Some people say that the children almost disappeared during the game, resulting in the weakness of Argentina's forward line. I don’t want to comment too much on professional issues such as the lack of performance in the midfield and the loopholes in the defense. I just want to express one meaning: play every game, lead the team to the quarter-finals with a complete victory, and put in 200% effort to deal with even an inconsequential group match. It was already too much to bear; I had a bad cold two days before the game, and my condition in all aspects had been affected to a certain extent. How else can you ask for perfection in the objective sense? The child always has a deep love for the motherland, so much so that such a pure La Masia genius has always refused to become a Spanish citizen. He tried his best. He is the absolute spiritual leader and technical core of the team. However, his teammates' absent-mindedness and Lao Ma's mental victory method ruthlessly destroyed his best gift for his 23rd birthday. He is just a child, but children are burdened with such tremendous pressure at an age when ordinary people should first enter society. He should have been like the Pampas eagle, soaring to his heart's content in his best youth, being a happy and free self. However, from this overwhelming and helpless game, what we see is only deep resentment, bitterness, and a hundred years of loneliness.

The broken-winged Pampas eagle drew a graceful arc of death on the desolate ridge of the sky.

The Saibo flowers, as red as blood, were decadent and decadent.

The road to success for a child who is ill-fated is unimaginably difficult. He entered football at the age of five. He was hailed as a genius and the hope of Argentina since he was a child. However, at the age of eleven, he was looked down upon by everyone due to a congenital hormone deficiency. Thanks to his God-given talent and the scout's eye for talents, he was able to enter La Masia, Europe's top youth training camp of the Spanish club Barcelona. After hard work and hard work many times beyond ordinary people, he was able to be selected for Barcelona's first team at the age of seventeen. team, and after several years of hard work, he finally grew into the core of the team and the top brother in football. Destiny will never be smooth sailing. It can make you shine at a certain place and fully demonstrate your own value. It can also make you fall hard at the same place and take away all the halo that surrounds you. Leave the most essential blank of life. However, it is precisely after the colorful coat has faded that we can see clearly the most essential differences between people. Therefore, some people can suffer a small blow at the peak of their career and then fall into despair. From then on, they fall into the abyss of loss and will never recover. However, Messi was able to get up where he was and continue to bring new honors to the club and the national team. Even if there are occasional small setbacks, we still deal with them calmly. On the surface, he seems to be a cute and sunny boy, humble and gentle, but he has never really been soft on the inside. The Pampas and Catalonia not only taught him to have a mind as broad as the sea and the sky, but also brought him pride, a kind of wildness like Latin American tango and uninhibited style like Mediterranean flamenco. . That kind of madness embodies a kind of artistic blood.

Of course, he will always be the kid who always eats lollipops and charmed countless fans. The innocence and naturalness of a child's nature also destined him to take a pure football path. However, who can easily imagine the other side of the child's personality? It is said that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and that primitive and fearless blood will always exist in him.

Charging bravely on the battlefield is the same kind of blood as singing a sad song in the face of failure and then raising your head and continuing to fight. That is the truly demanding behavior of our society.

Argentina’s blue and white, plus Barcelona’s red and blue, form the red, blue and white colors. That is the eternal color of bloody pampas. An eagle soars under the white clouds on the plateau, with the blue waves of the Mediterranean roaring below, and a fiery sun shooting out in the distance. That was a new starting point for the future world champion, the most authentic interpretation of bloody Pampas, and the most high-profile return.

My son, Messi, I am with you. Vamos Barca, vamos Argentina.

Winning or not, you stay there, never give up, advance or not, you smile calmly, neither humble nor arrogant

How to evaluate you has long been a hot topic. After every football game, there will always be many people who "spoil" you excessively, always want you to be perfect, and give you all kinds of "opinions" and "suggestions." Should you be grateful that you have such a group of perfectionist-like "fans" who are always holding a "magnifying glass" to help you find all your shortcomings? Should you be grateful that your potential has been "recognized" by so many people? Maybe I am too easily satisfied, and I always feel that except for the period of injury, you are almost perfect and worthy of applause; maybe I am too easy to be satisfied, and watching you struggling to steal and break through, I feel that you already have a clear conscience; maybe I am too easy to be satisfied. I feel distressed too easily. Occasionally when I see you "walking" on the court or being violated again and again, patting your clothes and standing up, I feel that you are still just a 23-year-old child. Maybe I am too easily moved. When I see you, no matter what Whether it's assists or goals, or both, it has nothing to do with you. The shot of you hugging your teammates happily makes you feel that nothing matters anymore...

Being a human being is difficult, being a good person is even harder, being a complete person is Being a world-famous good person is difficult. Shouldn't you be happy that you have accomplished all these things?

When Argentina's performance was poor, you were criticized, as if football was no longer a matter of 11 people, as if all failure depended on you alone, because you didn't work hard enough, and you weren't good enough. Domineering, it's because you're not lucky enough or you're not strong enough... When Barcelona loses or draws or even fails to win with a big score, it seems like you are the key to all the problems, as if it's your downturn that affects the performance of the whole team. It's you. Fatigue slows down the speed of the attack. It is your "independence" that prevents the score from being rewritten. It is your lack of domineering that prevents the result from changing... When Argentina and Barcelona's results are dazzling enough, you are still the problem, as if This time it’s because why can’t you have more beautiful and sharp dribbling and long-distance attacks, why can’t you launch more attacks, why can’t you score more goals, and why can’t you help your teammates with more beautiful assists. ..

As for these comments that are never satisfied with you, are you better off seeing them or not seeing them? Shouldn't you be glad when you see it? What you said in an interview, "Maybe now is my limit, and my condition may decline after reaching the limit" was used by "fans" in another way of having unlimited "expectations for you" ” and “picky” remarks deny? Will you work harder after seeing these comments again to repay the "fans" who have high hopes for you?

I don’t know what is the most desperate time in life, but there is a sentence that may trigger some thinking. "When a person sees his own limit, that is when he is most desperate." What kind of mood does a 23-year-old youthful and energetic child need to feel when he says, "This may be my limit now"? Does it mean that you are too tired now and have seen your own despair, or are you humble enough to have some future expectations for yourself? As for me, I believe your purpose in saying this is the latter.

You are still too young. There are still many records in world football worth breaking and creating new brilliance. Even if one day it is inevitable to leave the football field, if you want, you can still be only 2-3 away from the field. Meters away, scolding Fang Qiu to rewrite history...

Some fans said that you should apologize to some people because you did not pass the ball to someone in a better position in front of the goal, but just As the saying goes, "A soldier who doesn't want to be a leader is not a good soldier." By the same token, on the court, "a forward who doesn't want to score goals is not a good forward." It is difficult to make a judgment in such a split second, not to mention that the human body is not a computer system, and the "program runs" as soon as the "task code" is generated; some fans say that you should apologize to a few people because you Having taken away the world-famous Golden Globe Award, perhaps what you should do is not to apologize, but to say thank you, because without the silent dedication of the teammates behind you who firmly support you, perhaps you would not have achieved such impressive results so easily. I don't believe the so-called "rumors of discord" because you are all players with professional ethics and because you are all comrades in honor and disgrace. Maybe the eyes can see some facts, and maybe the performance on the court can explain some problems, but nothing is absolute. Does what you see with your own eyes necessarily be true? Everything is just a subjective conclusion. If one day, unfortunately, all this really becomes a reality, then at least there will still be such a glorious and heart-warming memory that we can cherish. It's just that it's too early to talk about these nonsense and it's unfounded.

Perhaps we should look at every player with a grateful heart. They are humans, not gods. In essence, they have no reason to please the public, but they use perseverance to , dedicate a series of wonderful games, adding a joy to your life. Be less harsh and more understanding; less demanding and more caring; less rumors and more trusting; less complaining and more supportive. Isn't this enough? As for the rest, why bother... Come on Messi, come on Argentina, come on Barcelona...

God said: "Simply believe in angels, and angels will come." I believed in the legend of angels , so God gave me you. ---Title

I once heard a story about an angel:

“Everyone has an angel who always protects him. If this angel feels that your life is too much, Sadly, if your mood is too sad, then he will transform into someone beside you. He will quietly appear in your life and let you spend a happy time, so your life will be happy. Memories, even if your future road is full of wind and snow, when you think of the happy things in the past, you will still be brave..."

I think he should be an angel. When I had no passion for life or study, a blue and white cloud carried a shower of rain on my heart, completely washing away the haze in my heart. All worries, difficulties, and sorrows were gone. Because I know: It turns out that there is another angel in this world, he is the cutest and the most smiling angel... So my hot and slow summer gradually compressed into a moment, with your smile, Your tears and your figure make up the most beautiful moment!

He is Messi. In this hot summer, an angel came to me. From then on, there was a wish and a love for football in my life.

Messi, watching you play is a blessing to me, so I will always support you. The first time I saw you, I was attracted by your clear eyes. You are like a blank sheet of paper. Such innocence, or the summer flowers born in constant autumn, suddenly captured my heart. Give me a reason not to love you, there is no answer, so I want to keep going like this...

Your eyes are very deep, just like your dimples. An expressionless side face will make people laugh just looking at it. I like your uninhibited smile, your actions after scoring a goal, and the sincere empathy you bring to me through TV.

The green field where you ran wearing a blue and white jersey has a strong sense of youth. The glory you have carried in your twenties, you shine so brightly. Also, tears render maturity in you.

My ups and downs of emotions are joys and sorrows with you. I didn’t blame you for not scoring a goal in the 2010 World Cup, I just couldn’t bear it.

Promise me, don't feel guilty anymore, you haven't sorry to anyone, you should hold your head high, because you are more dazzling than anything else when you put on the Argentina jersey!

This is Messi, no matter the rain, snow, wind or frost, he is still the boy with soft brown curly hair and a bright smile that can warm the whole winter...

I love me Angel because he taught me how to be strong. I am no longer afraid of the invisible form of the night, because he gives me courage deep in my heart; I no longer feel that life is empty, because in my dreams I am baptized by his sweat. I believed in the legend of Angel, so God gave me Messi. I will hold my head high, walk on proudly, and never give up before difficulties!

Yes, I will tell my angel without hesitation: "Thank you for giving me the firmness..."