It is difficult to be poor and difficult to be a person, and it is never naïve to be beaten. Someone gets up at dawn, and you sleep until dusk, someone runs desperately in adversity, and you have not moved half a minute in comfort, loneliness is the norm, every person does not have to say deeply, is not every grievance you have eaten, not to remind you, you must get ahead. Don't lose time, act immediately if you have a dream, live in the moment, don't slack off, don't stumble, and wave goodbye to the old days.
How can I forget that poor and destitute time, when everyone left me, when the cold wind of this year blew across my face, I would remember that year when the peach blossoms bloomed, and only the heart of future conquest accompanied my lonely side
