Xi Murong looked at my choice and felt very anxious. Come on.

I have no choice but to appear in the crowd, and as the crowd moves in one direction, I don't know where my destination is. One day, something like a steeple appeared in the direction of people flow. As time went on, the spire became bigger and bigger, and finally became a pyramid. From the excited eyes of some people around me, I feel that that is my destination.

Finally, one day, the flow of people stopped, and I looked up and found the pyramid in front of me. I was shocked, not because it was incomparably wide and tall, but because of its material. Pyramids are not built with huge stones, but with people! Build it layer by layer with a dark red body. Is red the color of human blood? Just as I was wondering, someone in the crowd magically "changed" spikes and climbing picks. I quickly looked back at the top of the pyramid and found that some "armed" "climbers" had easily reached a very high position. I understood at once!

Now, a choice is before me: climb or not? However, before I could think about it, the surging stream of people had pushed me onto the pyramid. Maybe I can't choose whether to climb or not, but at least I can choose the way to climb. A voice in my heart sounded firmly: don't nail shoes!

People on the whole pyramid are desperately climbing up. Climb up on the top that you can't climb until you can't climb and get trampled. Some people are still reluctant to reach out and grab the legs of those who climb up. Everyone's position is changing at any time. Today this position is still this person, tomorrow, I don't know who it is. What remains unchanged is the bitterness in the air and the wailing in the wind.

Climbing higher and higher, the pain in my heart is getting heavier and heavier, as if a pair of scissors were tightened in my heart. This is not because of the damage to my body caused by spikes and pickaxes, but because more and more people are trampled by me. Although I don't wear spikes, I still hurt them. Why should I step on them? Why should they let me step on them? You don't belong here, my heart tells me to leave!

However, I have no choice but to jump. But jumping so high is likely to kill you! Jump or not, I have to choose!

People in pain, I really don't want to hurt you anymore! I hope to find a place without harm, if I don't fall and die. I looked back at them for the last time, focused on that hopeful distance, and then jumped.

This is my choice, my inner choice. I suddenly feel very relaxed, and now the wind whistling in my ear sounds so moving!

1 my choice

Follow your dreams and pursue them all the way. Every solid step has a beautiful story, and the tempering of the journey makes our life richer and more meaningful. A string of life choices is a journey, a mark, a colorful picture scroll dripping with Mo Yun, and an elegant essay full of philosophical speculation.

Choice is a brand-new beginning. Choosing a high and steep cliff requires the belief that "the road is long and Xiu Yuan is Xi, and Xiu Yuan is Xi, and I will go up and down for it"; Choosing a long sea requires the lofty ambition of "sailing straight up and crossing the deep sea"; Choosing a desert with a cold wind requires a broad mind of "being drunk and not laughing in the sand field, having fought many battles since ancient times" ... Langtaosha, racing in Qian Fan and bravely climbing the peak. If you choose a road, you will have to struggle for thousands of times. "They will die on iron horses." In Wan Li's journey, there is an eternal old song with the same rhythm, which inspires the trekkers to blow horns, beat gongs and drums and hang sails. "Life and death choice is tragic beauty, but after a painful choice, it is still worthy of praise!

Choice can cultivate a good character. When we continue to struggle and explore along the chosen path, our life is rich and meaningful. We vent our strong beliefs hidden at the bottom of our lives and urge our horses to pursue the sweet fruits we choose. Let life be washed by the wind and frost of years, so as to cultivate an open mind and a peaceful mind. Boya chose the Guqin River, Yan Guang chose to hang dragons, Confucius chose to look at the mountains and water, Tao Qian chose to pick chrysanthemums under the east fence, Xin Qiji sang "Mountains and Rivers through the ages" and Su Shi sang "The River of No Return". They all embarked on a beautiful life on the road of their own choice, and their lives were enriched by their own choices, from which we nourished a beautiful and noble character.

Choose to let us give love and feel love. There is no royal road to life. When we give half of the only bottle of water to thirsty travelers in the desert, when we stop to extend a warm hand to those who fall ... the fountain of love is silent, and the choice of soul gives a heart lamp to those who are bitter and cold on cold nights, and a pot of charcoal fire and a cup of hot water to those who are sleepy on the road. We also feel the heat of love in the corner of the world. Sincere and pious heart makes the four seasons of life warm as spring. The choice full of love has propped up the clear sky of love on one side of the world.

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Choose a song, compose sincerely, and sing with love!

Let the choice of mind become the knot of life.

2 "My Choice"

After graduating from normal school, I stayed at home because I was dissatisfied with the work unit assigned by the school. Luotuoling Primary School in Shitou Town-the worst school in the county.

"Are you going or not?" Dad asked.

"Don't go." I give a simple answer.

"Why don't you always stay at home?"

"I went out to work."

"You have to go to any job, or you have to go if you don't." Father left a message when he left.

These days, my father and I are always arguing about work. Luotuoling Primary School is the worst and hardest school in the county, with no water and electricity and poor accommodation. I won't put up with that kind of foreign crime! I was bored, so I wandered around the street and bought some books in the bookstore. When I went back by bike, I accidentally slipped on the watermelon skin on the ground, spilled some books all over the floor and sprained my foot.

Just then, a little boy of twelve or thirteen came running. Looking at the little boy staring at the book with a smirk, I asked, "How old are you this year, little friend?"

"Twelve."

"What grade are you in?"

"I used to be in the fourth grade."

"Why did you go to the fourth grade before?"

"Not now."

"Why not?"

"The teacher suspected that the conditions there were bitter and they all ran away."

"Which school are you from?"

"Luotuoling Primary School in Shitou Town."

"Luotuoling Primary School in Shitou Town." I said to myself.

Isn't this the primary school to which I was assigned? At this time, my heart was strongly shocked. In front of this eager pupil, my mind received a solemn baptism. As soon as I got home, my father rushed back from outside. Before I could ask him, he roared, "You don't have to go there. I went there to see where rabbits don't shit, and I went to a miserable life. " "no! Dad, I want to go! I will report tomorrow! " "You are crazy." Father looked surprised. "I thought about it." I said confidently. "You boy, don't regret it." My father pointed at me and said. After listening to my father, I smiled. ...

Bonus 3 "No regrets"

In Riyadh, the capital of Saudi Arabia, a man was blinded by eye diseases and fell into endless darkness. He was desperate and miserable. In grief, his gentle and kind wife made a decision that shocked the world: donate an eye for her dear husband. The plan was successfully put into practice and achieved success. The woman who sacrificed her bright eyes suddenly became a hot spot in Riyadh media.

But soon, the story caused a stir in another world. She was mercilessly abandoned by her husband who saw the light again because of the ugliness of one eye.

My heart trembled again and again in the Chinese newspaper that published the news. I don't want to accuse that man of being cold and malicious. I just want to offer my sincere admiration to the woman who gave light. If she is not an angel, she can enjoy Chun Xue calmly; If she is not a goddess, she can enjoy the flowers and the moon calmly. But she just chose the pain like an arrow piercing her heart. It was her choice, and she didn't regret it.

I just want you to see me-it must be her voice without regrets. Look, my beautiful face is for you; Look, do you resent my ugly face? Please roll my eyes to catch your new goal.

On a sunny afternoon, Roffman and Morias of the California Rock Climbing Club were climbing at the same time. Roffman was faster than his wife, and he soon became the object of Morias' attention. As we get closer and closer to the summit, the tourists can't help cheering. Suddenly, Roffman screamed from above, and he slipped. Morias, who was climbing, caught a glimpse of danger. She resolutely left the cliff and accurately caught Roffman, who was falling rapidly. Two people snuggle up to rolling in the deep.

Morris's beautiful hug was fixed as a classic by the photographer, and her decisive choice shocked everyone present. The choice of this moment is enough to make any classic love story wither for a while, but it is unprofitable but shocked the mountains and seas.

No, don't push me away-it must be the strong voice of Morias. Let me walk with you again. Let the wind pass our eyes, let the clouds pass our ears. Our clean flower of life is about to bloom at this valley bottom. If it's not too late, I'd like to repeat the wonderful time of holding hands with you. We are together, sipping all kinds of love and bathing all kinds of tenderness. However, we are falling, falling, I know Ben can't save you, just want to save the word-love.