Once again, the soldiers at the Mariupol Steel Plant ignored the ultimatum from the Russian steel torrent.
In this Great Psychological Showdown between Russia and Ukraine, the Ukrainian generals once again defied the choice.
These warriors may have told themselves in their hearts long ago that my fate is to wrap the body of Ma Ge, bury the sea of fire, and turn into ashes, which may be the best destination for the warriors, which is the honor above all the medals of honor.
Life is always strikingly similar.
Watching others caught in the sea of fire, watching others being laid off by large factories, while reasonably and legally tearing up contracts, they can also proudly say cool words to humiliate the dignity of those of us who are floating in the wind.
We're already in a war, we just don't feel it, or we don't want to feel it.
I've often heard people say that choice is more important than hard work.
I want to say rip off the egg. Choice is a luxury for most of us. As soon as many people are born, many things are fundamentally decided.
For someone like me who begs for a living in a small chicken feather workshop, life does not give me a choice. Or rather, life has given me choices, but because of my stupidity, I missed it.
I have long been deprived of the calmness of this choice by life. Young people have already photographed me on the beach. Life has long knocked me to the ground, and all I can do is kneel on one leg, without strong support, and bear these blows.
Life is like Mariupol, maybe we simply don't have the qualifications to attack, all we can do is take those blows and then, never compromise.
The only thing I can do is stick to the position where I can fight, which has nothing to do with performance, nothing to do with my boss, and nothing to do with my company.
I fight to protect the peace of mind of my parents, the smiles of my sons, and the security of my wives.
I didn't have a curve to overtake, and I didn't care to look for that mysterious curve.
I'm sure many of my friends, like me, don't have much choice, cook a bowl of noodles, mix a bowl of flour, wrap a ravioli, wipe a pair of shoes, clean a room, paint a wall, paste a tile, and make a cabinet.
This is our battlefield, these battlefields are small, these battlefields do not have the smoke of war, but there is also dignity, there is a value that we need to guard, and there are people who bless us.
For someone like me who has reached the age of entrusting the previous generation to the next generation, being a good old man is my battlefield.
But life is not as life as mariupol steel mills.
Life is like a devil standing behind the quantum, he throws out the dice of life, looks at you and me viciously, and as soon as we think, he shows a mocking smirk.
Sometimes, life is more like another war, this war is called the "Battle of Lingling", and friends who have seen the Romance of the Three Kingdoms may have heard of it.
Next time we can talk about this distant war.
Friends sorry, my videos are always about war, the war of the present, the war of real life, and the war of the distant.
Thank you friends for watching, being patient and supporting.
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