The world kissed me with pain and asked me to repay it with a song

We are unknown, immersed in an endless vastness, without a single clue that anyone but ourselves can save us.

From destitute to full of starlight, you allow yourself to become the brilliant radiance of the vast universe.

From the difficulty of walking to the mountains and rivers, you allow yourself to transform yourself into a winged eagle on a mountain stream.

From one to infinity, you tell yourself to learn from an insignificant little star, which can be faint, but with light.

"The world kissed me with pain and asked me to repay it with a song." Since you can't be hostile to the world, choose to accommodate. To live in this land with your heart, feel the beauty of the world, let yourself be born like the splendor of summer flowers, and die like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves. The short life should shine as brightly as possible, and when we weep at the loss of the sun, we also miss the stars. More can not be put down, in exchange for more regrets, not entangled in the past, not worried about the present, not anxious about the future. This is a poem written by Tagore in his lifetime, and this poem is: his life. He spent his life telling us what is from one to infinity.

There are many ways to live in life, but the key depends on how we want to live and how we want to live. We don't have to be born brave and gifted, as long as we can put in diligence and sincerity.

The essence of a hundred years of gestation from a small piece of flesh, waiting in the shell for the arrival of Bo Le, and finally crowned in the FuLi Tang Emperor.

Crafted from an inch of clumsy steel a thousand times, soaked in water just to be able to fight with the good people, and finally in the shadow of the sword and light sword, the stars shine.

Break free from the shackles of darkness from a little bean, and then still seek only flowers and flowers for ten years, and finally fill the corners of the corner with fragrance.

The moment we landed, the world brought us nothing. Only we ourselves, after getting involved in life, we continue to pick up in growth, continue to harvest in progress, and continue to approach the moonlight in the starlight.

Maybe we still have nothing, but we also have everything.

"The sword blade comes out of the grinding, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from the bitter cold", three years of hard reading with the same window, three years of getting along day and night. To find the direction in the endeavor, to meet the hope in the sweat, from one to infinity.