As long as there is faith- the land is barren, it will not refuse to be cultivated by hoe and pickaxe; the river will dry up again, and it will not despise the convergence of trickles; the sky will be hazy and will not squander the giving of sunlight; the mountains will be silent, and it will not refuse the temptation of majestic green.
Faith is the lamp that leads you through the long night of life.
Do not believe that winter has passed and there is spring, so the cold trumpet bird has become a winter funeral; do not believe that the storm has passed and the sunrise, the flowers and grasses will turn into sad fall overnight; do not believe that after the thorns there is a smooth road, life will fade a trekking passion... Faith is the spiritual pillar that supports life and evokes your persistent pursuit of life.
Isn't it? The camel caravans trekking through the vast Gobi, despite all the difficulties and dangers, still do not forget to carry the momentum forward, only because they do not lose the faith of finding that oasis.
Floating in the vast world, you can't do without faith. Where faith lies, it is the love of receiving life, and it is the happiness of emotional ideals.
Mourning is greater than death. Losing faith also loses the purpose of life, and the standard of being a human being is tantamount to being with nothingness and being with the walking dead.
