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Chapter 54 A person's life is not like a flower, but like a shooting star

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    The world is very big, but I am very small, and my naked self has forgotten myself. I suddenly felt a desolate sense of fear that I had never had before.

    Time wasted, and most of the time in life was spent by myself in this way.  Even in those available hours, I got as little as a star in a moonlit night, almost nothing.

    A person's life is not like a flower, but like a shooting star.  Flowers can still have enough time to be narcissistic, but meteors go as they come, short-lived, not knowing why they were born and why they passed away.

    I am a purposeless boat floating on the boundless sea.

    I am a little bird flying in the jungle without friends or relatives.

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    I understand that negativity solves nothing.

    Today I feel uneasy because I think about the past.  Even if the past can come back, I am willing to eliminate my decadence and inertia and make myself a strong person.  Difficulties are not terrible, what is terrible is that you regard them as real difficulties.  Temporary depravity may be possible, but it should not be brooded over.  A true brave not only dares to face the enemy, but also understands the importance of giving up useless burdens.  I advised myself to try harder at the next stop.

    I believe in hard work, just as I believe that you and I really exist in the world.  May you succeed.

    Without fighting, there is no result, and without fighting, there is no glory

    After finishing writing this, it was published in the column "Small Discussion on Decadence" on page 18 of the school magazine "Furong"

    Unable to fall asleep endlessly, I simply opened my eyes and looked at the dark night. When it was dawn, I couldn't hold it anymore, so I fell asleep in a daze.

    Soon, he moved out from the school dormitory.

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    It was very dark inside the house, but it was a bright moon outside the window.  In the school dormitory, his bed was near the door, and he could see the moon.  Moving here, he could see the moon too.  What a ridiculous thing, he thought he would say goodbye to the moon forever when he moved out, and he longed for a good night's sleep from now on.

    He wanted to go out for a walk, he turned sideways and tried to prop himself up on his elbows, his body was limp and extremely decadent.  When he looked at his watch, he realized that it was time to sleep at night, and the biological clock created by nature was mysterious, and he had to do what he should do at a certain time.  He has a deep understanding of the role of law, which is powerful and invincible.

    His philosophy is good, every round of political review, he is very obsessed with philosophy, he needs spiritual nourishment too much.

    He needs self-love.  He needs the unconquerable authoritative thought to overwhelm all the wrong thoughts that cause him pain.  He saw a lot and thought more.

    After concentrating on his thinking and deepening his thinking, the exams and philosophy questions became very simple, and he almost got full marks in every philosophy test.  "In this exam, Liu Xiaojun is number one in the class." As soon as the beautiful political teacher said it, the whole class was full of doubts.

    He was delighted, and for their astonishment, he had achieved his goal of revenge.  He was happy about it for a few days, then withered away.  Because apart from philosophy, he is not good at politics.

    He was thinking about it, touching his lips and chin inadvertently. A few days ago, he shaved his beard. After shaving off the thick and black stubble, his skin felt refreshed, as if before his nostrils, he was shaved.  These things block the breath.

    Not only did he himself feel extremely refreshed, because looking at himself in the cracked octavo mirror on the wall, he was much more mature and energetic.  The students were all amazed again, as soon as he walked by, he seemed to become an all-purpose "scratcher", which made everyone who knew him feel irritated.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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