I play small to know that the earth is round, the Earth will turn, called the law; also know that the human will is so Cui Bo, you can not change within the next second born of many people, like you can not stop aging in the next second and death. I have learned all the truth of Being a Man in the kindergarten, and I spent a lifetime to comprehend, apply, broke our hearts. So I started to this popular and sensitive, all sorts of praise for the brightest artists of disputes youth, and finally a little thought rather than simply a reed. Love verdant children who have outgrown their deformity, nerve installed in the outer skin, flesh exhumation, a little gentle caress can become paralyzed shock, blood rushes into a river.
You know I feel weak and vulnerable.
I have a dream, I'm very active in breathing; I am stubborn, even to the difficulties backhand attack, although at times like most children of the stone claws. I can get up at midnight to a balcony and took a deep soil mix, snoring and breathing air birds smell of leaves, at least I have a strong desire for a better and sensibility. I did not enter into the society, my heart is a mass of lint, it is to be beat - and now I can burst into tears torn to small stimuli.
Because people are flesh and blood.
warm bodies.
They say people, small and great; people just because of this positive and negative, will become mysterious and beautiful. I feel they are great - they have the courage to how the Jedi, will be scouring leaching scarred heart, pharyngeal swallow words reasonably give people hope. And I feel a weakness to speak, I can not say people into society after difficulties become hard-hearted is a failure! Go with the flow of people was turned into suffering is a failure! Only the pursuit of self talent and adapt them to be successful! Who gave me the courage chasing, it makes me proud to reveal God's perspective Word? Gibran saying: who you are, can open other people's chest, trampled their dignity? I said: Who am I able to teach others to Chun Chun - I do not even smoke is falling into the sea as the lost ah! I see now from the book knowledge, other people's genes, they are organs of my body refused to Trinidad. No experience, do not empty talk. Do not succeed tongue fast - I told myself - not to teach others.
I am a timid person, often think now, thinking they break, like a broken pencil head.
I felt very scared and very helpless: I have not yet entered the community, already nervous was so sad. Then later? What will happen? I never refuse to be the purification, burning and melting, I want to have eternal dream, to have a resistance of bones, who once said resistance is the eternal theme of literature, however, not everyone so strong and tough, play like the United States.
There are fine points of light seepage flow under your goggles.
- I promise I will see.
Then I slowly saw the tenacity of human nature, I know that spot I saw the connection line even surface, reticulocyte heaven on earth. Warm humanity, tenacity and recalcitrant always remember it is winter fire - I saw more and more people face in the firelight. I was surprised, why we are in this age of the person, not the greenhouse and nurtured feelings of self-proclaimed moderate, but not as a pure and honest warmth in society fought, polished edges and corners of human kindness generated? Sometimes diction to describe the love of their parents vulgar and weak; perhaps because of increasingly deep contusion of mind, emotion and great force that is to make the words more difficult to carry. You said I was going out, I forced myself out of the course - but what is out? I really fall? My goal is success, most of the world's success really is to save the world, maverick, more eye-catching than the glare of the spotlight it? Heroes just being exaggerated to highlight the winners. Successful people but is the transformation of the world, they become more tenacious, more fire from the leachate and the United States really hot, even tearful have presented to the world to see.
"The more blood."
"The more color is deep."
I can still feel my words, so weak. But I remember a teacher in Jiangxi. That is the school open day, many foreign teachers to come and listen to the astronomical lectures, essay explore the social affairs I and several classmates sat in the library door, by chance, a few teachers out just heard our conversation, and then with interest we discussed since about two generations of estrangement, exam-oriented education, progress in the world and so on more macro issues actually meet rigorous thinking. Then that female teachers from Jiangxi to say:
"I'm just a college teacher, but I'm still in the country, even to foreign universities to open talks, trying to change the Chinese exam-oriented system I feel our country needs creative talents I feel as long as I change a person - even if I changed a man, I was great. "
At that time was my low point. I was heavily missed a man's hand.
Am I missing anything heard before triggering the lacrimal gland organ;
I felt a body strings broke, so tears.
Yes, I can not deny that social life is, I've been transformed, mutilated, stitching, I became crippled, felt blood loss. But I still have so big, so big dreams, it is very fresh, very lively, very recalcitrant. But I still have a really - even though at the moment it is a crack vertical and horizontal, not destroy it, even if I post cross Qiti
But also carrying it to show the world bright.
I dream that simple: even if the front is unknown hardship, even if I can not find themselves growing at the moment, I do not live up to those who love people and I love. One day I would find myself, I want to unfold; I use my vines transform the world. I want to show off their beauty blooming life.
From a school newspaper, has not been linked to the author LZM, declined to reprint.