Be willing to stay behind others, adapt to changes, stay aloof, have your own expertise, be frugal, make something out of nothing,

Get immediate results, fight in chaos, be indifferent, clean and tidy, without any reason, Quote from classics,

Sell well to please, have nothing to say, correct evil, treat others differently, once in a lifetime, be different,

Be silent, understate, work hard, be cautious, Come and go, asking for boredom,

Lawless, speaking in a southern and northern accent, loving money like a name, reciprocating courtesy, incomprehensible, groveling,

Dejected, thousands of words, clear and clear, cut in two, what to do? , Ungrateful,

The most precious thing for a person is life. Life is only once for a person. Therefore, a person's life should be spent like this: when a person looks back on the past, he does not regret for wasting his years. Nor is he ashamed of his inaction; in this way, when he is dying, he can say that I have dedicated my whole life and all my energy to the most precious cause in life - fighting for the liberation of mankind. We must live in a hurry because even a sudden illness or accident can end our lives.

The death of the leader did not cause the party's ranks to disperse. Just like a big tree, its roots are deeply rooted into the soil. Even if the top of the tree is cut off, it will never wither.

Put the gun away and don’t tell anyone. Even if life is unbearable, you have to persevere. Only then can such a life become valuable.

Thousands of people form a powerful transformer, forming an inexhaustible driving force.

"There is no need to hold a mass meeting. No one here needs propaganda and encouragement. Tokarev, you are very accurate. They are indeed priceless. This is how steel is made!" Zhu Helai said .

Steel is made by burning in fire and being highly cooled, so it is very strong. Our generation has also been tempered by struggle and hard trials, and has learned never to lose heart in life.

Any fool can end himself at any time! This is the weakest and easiest way out.

He has lost the most precious thing - the ability to fight. What is the use of living? Today, in the bleak tomorrow, what will he use to prove that his life is valuable? What can you do to enrich your life? Just eat, drink, and breathe? Are you a powerless bystander, watching your comrades rush forward to kill?

Human life is so long, maybe I have made many mistakes either ignorantly or knowingly. There was regret and shame, but everything has happened. Maybe I should look forward and work hard to pursue and have goals in my future life.

Suddenly I remembered this wise saying. How long a person’s life is. Maybe I have made many mistakes, ignorantly or knowingly. There was regret and shame, but everything has happened. Maybe I should look forward and work hard to pursue and have goals in my future life.

When a person is healthy and full of energy, being strong is a relatively simple and easy thing, but only when life only surrounds you with iron rings, being strong is the most glorious. matter.

Life is so unpredictable - one moment the sky is filled with clouds and fog, and the next moment there is a bright sun.

A big tree with deep roots and lush leaves will not die if you only break off its top.

Using the imagination of death to meditate on life, he wanders between mourning and longing, and uses monologues to promise a life without regrets.

That was the once-resounding name of a Russian youth, it was a once-immortal world famous book of a simple era, a forgotten motto, copied on the title page of an abandoned plastic diary; the idols of the past were drowned Today's dazzling celebrity rankings.

In the spring of 1974, Paul Korchagin was almost your only reading. On those warm truant afternoons, in the low woods outside the broken wall, you were intoxicated with your first admiration, but also fearful of your first infatuation.

Over and over again, you long-termly and secretly miss Tonya and the beautiful girl singing under the hawthorn tree.

In an instant, the lingering dew was swallowed up in the torrent of revolution. The heartbroken Tonya stared at Paul's sad face; last night's love and tomorrow's struggle confront each other in this farewell dawn. ; And between beauty and holiness, the hero can only have one kind of betrayal.

Hardly, you trek through the jungle of traditional Chinese characters, imagining the perfect compromise between revolution and love, and looking forward to the sacredness and beauty shaking hands.

And the ending finally came. At a winter station, you witnessed their final meeting and final farewell.

Paul in the wind and snow, the Bolshevik with a pickaxe in his hand, calls his first lover "citizen"; the speechless Tonya, the miserable Tonya, endures the ruthlessness in tears class contempt.

Paul stepped firmly into the wind and snow, into the flames of winter, which was the revolutionary fire of the Soviet Union; a test that a hero must pass, and at this moment you finally understand that this is how steel is made.

In the low woods, you are holding the yellowed pages of the book. The boy's eyes are staring at the sky, and the sun reflects the rainbow in the tears.

Reciting Paul's famous lines, the power of will makes you tremble, and Tonya, when you read her name silently again, there is a feeling that almost suffocates you. At a fragile age, one can only replace imitation with awe, and replace blood with tears.

That car is really cute. After driving it for half a year, it seems to have consciousness and emotion everywhere. When Xiangzi twists his waist, squats down, or straightens his back, it immediately responds. He gave Xiangzi the most satisfactory help, and there was no estrangement between him and it. When he arrived at a place with few people on the ground, Xiangzi could hold the handle with one hand, and the slightly squeaking leather wheel urged him to run quickly and steadily like a sharp breeze. When they got to the spot, Xiangzi's clothes were sweaty and wet, as if they had just been fished out of a basin. He felt tired, but it was very pleasant and something to be proud of, a kind of fatigue, just like riding a famous horse for dozens of miles.

He has no appearance, what makes him cute is the spirit in his face. His head is not very big, with round eyes, a fleshy nose, two very short and thick eyebrows, and his head is always shaved brightly. There is no extra flesh on the cheeks, and the neck is almost as thick as one side of the head (note: one side is the same.); the face is always red.

The bow was so soft that even the handlebars moved slightly; the carriage was so bright, the cushions were so white, and the horn was so loud.

Decent, strong, dreamy, self-interested, personal, strong, great, Xiangzi, I don’t know how many funerals he has accompanied others; I don’t know when and where he will be buried. Come and bury this depraved, selfish, unfortunate, socially sick child, the dead end of individualism!

As he gradually got used to the darkness outside, his heart seemed to stop moving, and his eyes closed involuntarily. I don't know if I'm going forward or if I'm standing still. I just feel wave after wave in my heart, like a undulating black sea. The darkness is connected with my heart, all are vague, all ups and downs, all in a trance. Suddenly, something moved in my heart, as if I remembered something, and I seemed to hear some sounds, which I couldn't explain clearly; but I opened my eyes again. He was indeed still walking forward, forgetting what he had just thought of, and there was no movement around. My heart beat for a while, then gradually calmed down again. He told himself not to close his eyes or think too much; getting to the city quickly was the first priority. But if he doesn't think about anything, his eyes will easily close again. He must be thinking about something and must be awake. He knew that if he collapsed, he could sleep for three days at a stretch. What are you thinking about? His head was a little dizzy, his body was wet with sadness, his hair was itchy, his feet were sore, and his mouth was dry and astringent. He couldn't think of anything else but pity himself. However, he couldn't even think about his own affairs in detail. His head was so empty and swollen, as if he had forgotten himself as soon as he thought of himself, like a candle that was about to be extinguished and couldn't even illuminate himself. of.

Coupled with the darkness around him, he felt like he was floating in a cloud of black air. Although he knew that he still existed and was still moving forward, there was nothing else to prove where he was walking. It felt like he was alone. Floating in the deserted sea, he couldn't believe himself. He had never experienced such uncertainty and sadness, and absolute loneliness. Although he doesn't like to make friends on weekdays, he is not afraid of being alone in the sun, with the sun shining on his limbs and various things presented to him. Now, he wasn't afraid, but he couldn't bear the uncertainty of everything. If the camels were as dishonest as mules and horses, maybe he could be taught to cheer up and pay attention to them, but the camels were so docile, which made him impatient. When he was in the most trance, he suddenly doubted whether the camels were still there. Behind his back, it startled him; he seemed to believe that these big animals would gently get into the dark fork in the road, but he had no idea that they would gradually melt away like pulling a piece of ice. .

1. That car is the total result and reward of all his struggles and hardships, like a badge of a warrior who has experienced many battles.

2. They themselves are not He could run because his legs and feet were too heavy with money.

3. Hope made him happy, fear made him panic. He wanted to sleep, but couldn't. His limbs seemed to be scattered on some hay. There was no sound, only the stars in the sky accompanied his heartbeat.

4. It was late at night, and the fatigue of many days and the fear of running away made him feel physically and mentally uncomfortable.

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5. The night is still dark, there is some cold and wet mist in the sky, and I feel even more confused.

6. I don’t know if I am going forward or if I have stopped, I just feel a wave in my heart. The fluctuations of a wave are like a turbulent black sea. The darkness is connected with the heart. They are all vague, ups and downs, and in a trance. Xiangzi seemed to be choked by a breath of wind, and he swallowed several breaths.

1. When a person has only memories left, life may be considered boring, but sometimes there are no memories at all. (Quotation from "Morning Blossoms Plucked at Dusk")

2. If I were asked to think about what happened when I was a child now, I'm afraid I would forget everything whether it was meaningful or meaningless.

3. Oil flies sing here, and crickets play the piano here. When you open the broken bricks, you will sometimes encounter centipedes; and cantharides. If you press its backbone with your fingers, it will snap. With a sound, a burst of smoke erupted from the posterior orifice...

4. As for a person, being able to stand upright is naturally a big progress; being able to speak is naturally another big improvement; being able to write and compose is naturally a big improvement. Another big step forward. However, he also fell because he also started talking empty words. It's okay to talk empty words, even if you don't even know that you are saying something that goes against your conscience, then you really can't avoid being "cowardly and shy" for an animal that can only howl. (lt;lt;Dog·Cat·Ratgt;gt;)

5. I think that this kind of photo may not be collected by anyone now. The size is too small, and the knife wound has shrunk to almost the same size. No, if there is no explanation, people who see it will definitely think that it is a nude photo of a crazy romantic person. If they meet Marshal Sun Chuanfang, they are afraid that it will be banned. (lt;lt;Fan Ainonggt;gt;)

6. I always search high and low and get the blackest, blackest, blackest curse, first to curse all those who oppose the vernacular and hinder the Vernacular speaker. Even if a person really has a soul after death, he should fall into hell because of his most evil heart. He will never repent, but will always curse all those who oppose and hinder vernacular. ("Twenty-four Filial Piety Pictures")

7. I have bound the lecture notes he corrected into three thick volumes and kept them as a permanent souvenir. Unfortunately, when I moved house seven years ago, a box of books was destroyed and half the box of books was lost. It happened that these lecture notes were also lost. I asked the transportation bureau to look for it, but there was no reply. Only his photograph is still hanging on the east wall of my Beijing residence, opposite my desk. Whenever I am tired at night and want to be lazy, I look up and catch a glimpse of his dark and thin face in the light, as if he is about to speak in a measured tone. Then my conscience suddenly becomes aware of me and I gain courage, so I light a cigarette and start again. Continue to write words that are deeply abhorred by "gentlemen" and their ilk.

8. For a while, I repeatedly recalled the fruits and vegetables I ate in my hometown when I was a child: water chestnuts, monk beans, wild rice, and cantaloupe. All of these are extremely delicious; they all once tempted me to feel homesick. Later, I tasted it after a long absence, but it was nothing more than that; only in my memory, the old meaning remained. They may want to deceive me all my life and make me think twice.

9. I always search high and low and get the blackest, blackest, blackest curse. First, I will curse all those who oppose the vernacular and hinder the vernacular. Even if a person really has a soul after death, he should fall into hell because of his most evil heart. He will never repent, but will always curse all those who oppose and hinder vernacular.

10. Anyone who attempts to harm the vernacular should perish!

"How Steel is Tempered"

1. The most precious thing for a person is life. Life is only once for a person. Therefore, a person's life should be spent like this: When a person looks back on the past, he will not regret for wasting his years, nor be ashamed of being inactive; in this way, when he is dying, he can say that I dedicated my whole life and all my energy to the most precious cause in life. ——Strive for the liberation of mankind. We must live in a hurry because even a sudden illness or accident can end our lives.

2. The death of the leader did not cause the party’s ranks to disperse. Just like a big tree, its roots are deeply rooted into the soil. Even if the top of the tree is cut off, it will never wither.

3. Put away the gun and don’t tell anyone. Even if life is unbearable, you have to persevere. Only then can such a life become valuable.

4. Thousands of people form a powerful transformer, forming an inexhaustible driving force.

5. "There is no need to hold a mass meeting. No one here needs propaganda and encouragement. Tokarev, you are very accurate. They are indeed priceless. This is how steel is made!"

6. When a person is healthy and full of vitality, being strong is a relatively simple and easy thing, but only when life only surrounds you with iron rings, being strong is the most glorious thing. .

7. Life is so unpredictable - one moment the sky is filled with clouds and fog, and the next moment there is a bright sun.

8. A big tree with deep roots and lush leaves will not die if you only break its top.

9. Steel is made by burning in a fire and being highly cooled, so it is very strong. Our generation has also been tempered by struggle and hard trials, and has learned never to lose heart in life.

10. Any fool can end himself at any time! This is the weakest and easiest way out.

"Camel Xiangzi"

1. That car is really cute. After driving it for half a year, it seems that there is consciousness and emotion everywhere. When he squatted his legs or straightened his back, it immediately responded and gave Xiangzi the most satisfactory help. There was no awkwardness between him and it. When he arrived at a place with few people on the ground, Xiangzi could hold the handle with one hand, and the slightly squeaking leather wheel urged him to run quickly and steadily like a sharp breeze. When they got to the spot, Xiangzi's clothes were sweaty and wet, as if they had just been fished out of a basin. He felt tired, but it was very pleasant and something to be proud of, a kind of fatigue, like riding a famous horse for dozens of miles.

2. He has no appearance, what makes him cute is the spirit on his face. His head is not very big, with round eyes, a fleshy nose, two very short and thick eyebrows, and his head is always shaved brightly. There is no extra flesh on the cheeks, but the neck is almost as thick as the side of the head; the face is always red.

3. The bow was so soft that even the handlebars moved slightly; the car trunk was so bright, the mats were so white, and the horn was so loud.

4. Decent, strong, dreamy, self-interested, personal, strong, great, Xiangzi, I don’t know how many funerals I have accompanied others; I don’t know when and where I will meet him. Bury himself, bury this degenerate, selfish, unfortunate, sick child of society, the dead end of individualism!

5. That car is the total result and reward of all his struggles and hardships, like a badge of a warrior who has experienced many battles.

6. They themselves are not He could run because his legs and feet were too heavy with money.

7. Hope made him happy, fear made him panic. He wanted to sleep, but couldn't. His limbs seemed to be scattered on some hay. There was no sound, only the stars in the sky accompanied his heartbeat.

8. It was late at night, and the fatigue of many days and the fear of running away made him feel physically and mentally uncomfortable.

9. The night is still very dark, and there is some cold and wet mist in the air, which makes me feel even more confused.

10. I don’t know if I am going forward or have stopped, I just feel The wave after wave is like a turbulent black sea. The darkness is connected with the heart. They are all vague, ups and downs, and in a trance. Xiangzi seemed to be choked by a breath of wind, and he swallowed several breaths.