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Thank you for life, thank you for teaching me to be tolerant. In order to fit into society and accept reality, I willingly become a captive in the worldly disputes.
Often, arguments begin over a game of cards, just like two children fighting over a piece of candy, driven solely by a small desire to win; or it can start from a broken pen, which may seem insignificant to others but becomes a symbol of dignity for those involved in the dispute.
It can also start from a lost one yuan, which is like a small pebble that can create huge ripples on the calm surface of a lake. Each side stands firm in their justification, unwilling to relent until there is a clear winner or loser, much like two roosters fighting fiercely without giving way.
I truly feel it is not worth getting red-faced and heated with neighbors and fellow villagers over trivial matters, just like missing the beauty of an entire autumn for the sake of a fallen leaf. I admit that in many situations, I am not very manly!
My father is my role model. During the Cultural Revolution, he was branded as a rightist by his own students and was publicly denounced while wearing a tall hat. What a dark time that was; he was like an injured lone goose suffering from unwarranted persecution. Ultimately, he was sentenced to five years of hard labor for being "backward," and those five years felt like an endless long night.
After being reinstated, his students came to him for help with job matters. He did not hold grudges against them, just as the sea embraces all rivers, regardless of their clarity or muddiness.
He fought for their positions and secured jobs for them. His tolerance was like a warm ray of sunshine that melted the ice and snow of hatred.
My mother often says that my father is someone who cannot protect himself, while my father always responds to her with a calm smile. Do you know what this smile signifies? It represents the wisdom of letting go of grudges!
When all grievances are set aside, the heart naturally becomes broader, just as the vast sky can accommodate countless phenomena. Tolerance grants the soul true freedom.
Thank you for life, our lifelong guide. While leaving behind pain and tears, it also imparts more wisdom—wisdom that serves as a lighthouse in the darkness, illuminating our path forward.
It leaves behind more wealth—not an accumulation of money but rather spiritual treasures that are as precious as pearls; it leaves behind more joy, joy that blooms like flowers in springtime, blossoming in every corner of life...
A person experiences many storms and trials throughout their life, much like a ship sailing on the vast ocean, constantly encountering different landscapes and tempests.
In childhood, our hearts are burdened with numerous dreams, which shine like the first rays of sunlight streaming through the gaps in the curtains each morning. Each day, it greets you with a glossy, radiant smile akin to spring flowers.
That was an age when one dared to reach for the moon with a ladder, filled with fearless courage towards dreams, much like Don Quixote charging at windmills, never doubting those dreams for even a moment.
In that innocent world, dreams were like cotton candy in the sky, sweet and full of hope.
As we grew up, we realized that dreams are like beautiful landscapes sleeping in a cradle—lovely yet difficult to reach; they are also like the restless moon lying in a stream, whose gentleness and brightness can be felt with the heart, but once we attempt to capture it, we find it is merely an illusion.
That dream is like a silent companion, a dear friend who gives you strength when your spirit is wounded and you are trapped in difficulties, encouraging you to take step after step.
It is very close to you, like the wind chime hanging from the tree outside your window, seemingly within reach; its crisp sound whispers of dreams. Yet it is also very far away, hazily residing in a place you can never reach in your lifetime, like that unreachable evening glow on the horizon.
Dreams are unforgettable, much like the memories of first love that are etched deeply in one’s heart. Yet reality can be excruciatingly painful, akin to trudging through a scorching desert without an end in sight.
People often lose themselves in distant dreams, as if shrouded in fog without direction; yet in the face of reality, they are acutely aware of their situation, as if seeing their own fatigue and hardships reflected in a mirror.
Thank you for life!
Its trials are like a strict yet wise mentor, transforming me from an ignorant child into a composed self.
From ignorance to composure requires crossing a path strewn with thorns; each step feels like walking barefoot on sharp spikes, blood flowing yet unable to stop;
One must traverse the turbulent river of murky waters that roars like a fierce beast eager to swallow you whole; every advance requires battling against the powerful current;
One must climb the rugged cliffs where steep precipices and jagged rocks abound; a moment's carelessness could lead to a plummet into an abyss. Amidst endless bumps and bruises, I felt the chill of the world as if ice-cold water was poured over me in the depths of winter, chilling me to my core;
I felt the heartbeat of youth colliding with my waist—a vibrant yet painful throb, like a young deer facing a hunter's trap for the first time;
I savored the bittersweet flavors of life: sourness akin to biting into unripe grapes that soften my teeth and shrink my heart;
Sweetness felt like falling into a honey pot, overflowing with joy;
Bitterness was akin to swallowing a mouthful of bitter medicine that tightens my throat and furrows my brow;
Spiciness felt like being burned by fire, with sharp pain on my tongue spreading throughout my body.
Enjoying the bittersweet moments of the changing moon phases, the happiness of a full moon feels like reuniting with family by a warm hearth, while the loneliness of a waning moon resembles drifting alone on a vast sea.
Only when I finally raise the wine glass tinted with happiness do I realize that pain is the promoter of joy, just as darkness is the prelude to light. Without the contrast of suffering, happiness would not seem so precious; harm is the trainer of strength, just as setbacks are stepping stones to growth. Each instance of hurt makes the soul more resilient; just as failure is the mother of success, every failure is an essential path to achievement.
Pain and harm elevate a dull soul, much like a phoenix reborn from flames, radiating even more brilliant colors.
Thank you, life! It allows me to see that the world still has vibrant splendor, like opening a door to a mysterious garden filled with blooming flowers in a riot of colors. It teaches me that only through the sweat of hard work can one enjoy the sunshine.
That sweat is like spring rain nourishing the earth; though arduous, it nurtures hope. That sunlight seems like a reward for effort, warm and full of strength. Flowers and cheers only reappear in the sky after being washed by storms, just as rainbows always follow rain. Every time I see those dazzling stars on stage, I am reminded of their hard work and sweat behind the scenes—like the massive body hidden beneath an iceberg—countless rehearsals and failures leading to that glorious moment on stage.
Thank you for this colorful world that has sharpened my blurry vision. When I cast aside all vanity and stop pretending, I become like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, shedding its heavy shell.
Upon opening the crystal box, I was amazed to discover that the world is inherently crystal clear—pure, transparent, and full of infinite possibilities.
The world is vast; I have only quietly contained a corner of it in my heart while remaining ordinary, like a drop of water in the ocean or a grain of sand in the desert.
I calmly accept everything about myself; today’s story is but a ripple in the ocean of life. Tomorrow’s story will also be a ripple; perhaps these ripples will eventually converge into a magnificent ocean...
Experiencing extraordinary flavors in the ordinary feels like savoring life's essence in each simple meal—a profound yet simple satisfaction.
Thank you, life!
It has taught me to shake hands with kindness. Kindness shines like a beam of light in darkness, radiating warmth in this world. Although goodwill is not tied to money, it is a pure emotion—a brilliance of humanity.
The Russian poet Pushkin built a "Monument" atop Alexander's Pillar; on the road leading there, grass no longer grows because he once stirred people's goodwill with his poetry!
This is an exotic voice—a call for kindness that transcends borders and time. I can feel it when the female host of "Venus Collides with Mars" critiques "rich second-generation" individuals with her magnetic baritone. Her calm yet piercing words deeply wound those blinded by wealth. She stands like a warrior wielding a sword of justice, calmly and resolutely striking at ugliness obscured by money.
From her tone—calm beyond measure—I sense light traversing through darkness, much like seeing a morning star during a long night; though faint, it brims with hope.
When that innocent child pulls out their only coin from their pocket and tosses it into the disaster relief donation box, that small coin becomes a seed filled with love sown in needy soil.
I too reach into my modest wallet to pull out all my bills to aid my sick fellow villagers and impoverished children who cannot attend school. In that moment, I felt the joy of giving—a feeling more precious than receiving—like bringing warmth to others with coal on a cold winter's day.
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