Life can not be easy, but keep walking towards the Sun, the shadow will hide behind. Harsh, but in t
he right direction. As if walking under a street lamp at night. Around a dark, cool
breeze gusts blowing, but under the body was reflected by the light of the warm. Looking at this row
of street lights extend to the distance, and f
breeze gusts blowing, but under the body was reflected by the light of the warm. Looking at this row
of street lights extend to the distance, and finally merged into a point of light, suddenly found t
hat the road of life seems to be similar to it. On this
nally merged into a point of light, suddenly found that the road of life seems to be similar to it.
On this path, we will be under the light, but also have to pass through the darkness of the place, t
oward the next point of light, continuous. Walking into the shadows, I saw King Goujian of Yue in my
mind. By then he was back in Yue, resting his eyes in his room, watching the king of Eastern Wu the
day before. When he went out, he led his horse in front of him, and when he was ill, he stayed clos
e to his bed, but he didn't want the king of Eastern Wu to fall ill. Slowly walked to the door,
looking at the door under the Moon, he upright, tasting, a trace of bitter moment poured into the ch
est. Refreshed, he trotted back to the coffee table and studied the book of arms. In the not too dis
tant future, he may have anticipated the
glories of the battlefield. And at this time, although he was defeated by the embarrassment around,
but he used his strong presence, but has stood up to the sun. When I was a child, I was naive to thi
nk that Norman Bethune was Chinese, not only because of his name, but also because he was so busy on
the battlefield that no one other than his own could be so selfless and great. But Norman Norman Be
thune, a Canadian thoracic surgeon, made me feel borderless love. At a time when China was under fir
e, the brilliant doctor said he wanted to fight alongside the Chinese. In a ruined temple seven mile
s from the line of fire, the nearly 50 year old gave two blood transfusions and continued to direct
operations. Physical and mental fatigue kept his fever high and eventually he developed sepsis. I th
ink, at the moment of his fall, must be in a beautiful dream, the dream of the Chinese Sun Shining,
his body more warm, walking, toward the bright road. "Only if you want to believe, can you get what
you want to believe, " Tang Wei said in the Finding Mr. Right, like her, who had stood quietly behin
d the scenes but always believed she would be the main character on the stage. I know her because of
a picture, white shirt, jeans, ponytail, as if the sun would always follow her footsteps. Her path
to fame was not smooth. She started her career as a volunteer. At that time, she was a hip-hop skate
boarding girl. She told Yuan Hong neatly, "I just think the Director Department should know about th
eater. Let's do it together! " That is, until now, tang Wei became an international star and still v
olunteers. Some people remember a visit to the old district of Shanxi, some stars just symbolically
in front of the camera to wave a shovel, but she personally with the villagers to do real work, and
these experiences, just let her in the play more than others. No matter where she is, she always fol
lows her heart cleanly, striding forward to her own light. No matter in dawn or dusk, dark or sunshi
ne, "chopsticks brothers" always sing their own song, through their vicissitudes of face, I saw the
years not easy. After the group decided to record the short film "old boy, " Xiao Yang, in order to
raise money, changed hands and threw in the money he had just saved in Beijing to buy a house. Half
way through the filming, the father of another member, Wang Taili, suddenly became critically ill, b
ut they just kept going in the dark, finally, "old boy" is everywhere. They must have been dazed, as
if in a fog, and they are still back to back out, toward the light. In Beijing's subway stations, t
here are boys holding guitars like this, and they are not as lucky as the "chopsticks brothers. " Th
ese subway singers come to Beijing from their hometown, playing and singing in the streets, undergro
und passages, and subway stations, with my beautiful music dream, no matter where I am, I will go to
the distance, to my own light... I always believe that where I exist, there will be light, you may
be in the dark, can not see, i don't know where to go. However, you can not stop the pace, because w
e have to solve the unknown. If you don't move forward, how will you know whether the road ahead is
a thorny one or a smooth one? The most important thing is not where we are, but where we will go, se
arching for light, where there is light, where there is light.