Life itself is a process of constant injury, recovery, creation, and renewal. Nothing in the world remains unchanged forever. Worries and suffering are no exception, because life continues to move forward without stopping.
Spring rain falls in torrents, and raindrops land on the surface of the lake like pearls falling onto a jade plate, scattering in all directions. The raindrops fall onto dry soil, leaving tiny hollows on the ground, like the smiles on the faces of girls from the grasslands. When the rain is abundant, the grass grows well; when the grass thrives, the livestock flourish; and when the livestock are healthy, the lives of herders become better.
Whether it was the Ban father and son who spent two generations compiling the Book of Han, or Balzac, who devoted his entire life to completing The Human Comedy; whether it was Qin Dahe, who trekked across Antarctica on foot, or Beck Hansen, who traveled around the world in a wheelchair, their experiences tell us that only through continuous struggle can we achieve success.
Whether it was Wen Tianxiang, who defended his country against the Yuan dynasty and endured countless hardships before remaining loyal until the end, or Shi Kefa, who upheld righteousness and sacrificed his life in Jiangdong; whether it was Tan Sitong, who faced death without fear and devoted himself to reform, or Lin Juemin, who sacrificed his life for revolution and shed his blood at Huanghuagang, their lives tell us that loyalty to one's country and fearlessness in sacrifice are the qualities of heroes.
When the road ahead is covered with thorns, use the blade of your ideals to clear the way; when darkness surrounds you, use the lamp of faith to illuminate your future; when storms rage, use your strength to hold up a clear sky. In the face of difficulties, people must never lose their will to move forward.
Life is like the changing seasons. The innocent and romantic childhood is the spring of life; the passionate youth is the summer; the calm and mature middle age is the autumn; and the aging years with slower steps are the winter. Yet as long as the heart preserves the spirit of spring, life will always remain young.
I dream of standing in the deserts beyond the Great Wall, feeling the grandeur of “the long river setting sun is round” beneath the golden sunset; I dream of sitting beneath the bright moon in my hometown, experiencing the emotion of “the moon is brighter in my homeland”; I dream of wandering through ancient towns in Jiangnan, savoring the poetic beauty of “the apricot blossom rain wets my clothes”; I dream of walking along the coast of the East China Sea, feeling the magnificent spirit of “misty rain stretching endlessly” amid the sound of waves.
