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Life is wonderful because of setbacks.

In this life school, frustration is a compulsory course.

This course has increased our courage; Strengthened our will; It strengthens our faith and makes us stronger, braver and more optimistic ... I have such personal experience.

I like folk music and pipa. When I first learned, I encountered many setbacks, big and small. These setbacks almost crushed me, and I was ready to give up the pipa. When I was disheartened, a successful performance on the stage made me well received by many people.

I smiled, this success made me understand the beauty of setbacks, and understood that if there were no setbacks in life, life would be as dull as a glass of boiled water; If there are no setbacks in life, like an endless desert without any ups and downs, what is the meaning of life?

Perhaps, you are still shaking your head, and these words can't convince you, so please look at Beethoven. Beethoven was deaf in both ears. You know, musicians lose their hearing just like drivers lose their eyes. However, he endured the pain, inspired himself with the words "I will hold my fate by the throat and never let it make me yield", and continued to struggle in the field of music. He created the immortal Ninth Symphony ... which not only made his life have a wonderful melody, but also brought a wonderful feeling of life and beauty to people who like music all over the world.

Sima Qian wrote historical records in prison; Wu Cheng'en suffered many setbacks in the imperial examination, but he didn't give up and wrote The Journey to the West. Pu Songling, who was frustrated all his life and lived in poverty, created China's famous collection of short stories in classical Chinese, Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio. Under the persecution of the dark forces, Lu Xun can still write household names "Wandering" and "Scream" ... and ostrovsky, who is completely paralyzed, and his "How Steel was Tempered"; Paalmann, the violin prince who was disabled for life because of polio. ...

These living examples are presented to you. Do you still shake your head? Do you still think that setbacks are just obstacles to your progress?

In fact, life is like the sea, and setbacks are like waves in the sea, giving the sea grandeur and mystery; Life is like the blue sky, and setbacks are like white clouds in the blue sky, dotted with stars, but full of the sky; Life is like a blank sheet of paper, frustration is like a brush, which paints a beautiful picture for this blank sheet of life; Life is a sport, frustration is a beating note and a beautiful movement. ...

If you choose blue sky, don't long for sunny weather; If you choose land, don't long for a flat continent; If you choose the ocean, don't rush to be smooth sailing. Let's face setbacks bravely, and life will be more exciting because of setbacks!

Bing Xin is talking about life.

I dare not say what life is, I can only say what life is like.

Life is like a river flowing eastward, it originates from the highest place, and ice and snow are his predecessors. He gathered many small streams, synthesized a powerful Hong Tao, and ran down. He twists and turns between the cliffs, washes down a layer of sand and accumulated soil, and rolls away with rolling sand and stones, happy and brave, enjoying everything that happened to him along the way:

Sometimes, when he meets the front resistance of the rock, he rushes up angrily and roars, and the ups and downs of the front wave and the back wave urge him. It was not until he passed and rushed down the dangerous cliff that he washed away calmly. Sometimes, through the thin flat sand and the grass in the sunset, he saw the red peach blossoms on the shore. He was happy and shy, flowing quietly, singing in a low voice, and spent this romantic journey gently.

Sometimes, when he encounters a storm, it will stimulate his mind and soul, and it will thunder. The strong wind blew him up and the heavy rain hit him. He was temporarily confused and uneasy, but after the rain cleared, it just gave him a lot of new strength.

Sometimes the sunset glow and the new moon shine on him and project on him, with a touch of warmth in the cold: at this moment, he just wants to rest and sleep, but the force of progress still urges him to move forward. ...

Finally, one day, he saw the distant sea, oh! He has reached the end of his trip. The sea made him hold his breath and bowed his head. How vast and great she is! How bright and dark! The sea solemnly extended its arms to receive him, and he silently flowed into her arms. He melted, naturalized, unhappy and not sad!

Maybe one day, he will rise from the rain at sea, fly to the west, re-form a river, then wash down the stone walls on both sides, and then look for peach blossoms on the shore. However, I dare not say the afterlife, and I dare not believe the afterlife!

Life is like a small tree, which gathers a lot of vitality from the ground, stretches under the snow and ice, and bravely and happily emerges from the wet soil in early spring. He may grow on the plains, on rocks and on city walls. Just look up at the sky, oh! I saw it. Oh, my God! He spread his young leaves, absorbed the air, endured the sunshine, sang in the rain and danced in the wind.

He may be shaded by the shade of a big tree, or he may be under the weight of the big tree, but the power of his youth growth finally made him break through the branches and leaves and stand up in the hot sun! When he meets luxurious spring, he may be full of flowers, bees and butterflies flying around him, birds singing heartily on his branches, he will hear orioles singing, cuckoos crying blood, and maybe he will hear the strange calls of owls.

He grew to the most lush middle age. He spread his thick shade like a cover to cover the flowers and plants under the tree. He produced countless fruits to show the endless sweetness and fragrance of the earth. The autumn wind began, blowing his leaves from dark green to deep red. In the autumn sunshine, he will have another solemn glory, not the pride of flowering, nor the happiness of results, but the tranquility and joy after success!

Finally, one day, the north wind in winter rolled off his yellow leaves and shook them. He danced feebly in the air and groaned under the roots. The earth solemnly extended its arms to accept him, and he silently threw himself into her arms. He was melted and naturalized. He is not happy or sad!

Maybe one day, he broke out from the underground nuts again. I grew into a small tree, and then I went through the dense forest to listen to the singing of orioles. However, I dare not say or believe in the afterlife.

The universe is a big life, and we are a breath in the cosmic atmosphere. The river flows into the sea and leaves take root. We are a leaf in a big life and a drop in a big life. In the great life of the universe, how humble and insignificant we are, the activities of one drop and one leaf synthesize the evolution and operation of the whole universe. Remember: not every river can enter the sea, and those that don't flow will become dead lakes; Not every seed can become a tree, and those that don't grow will become empty shells! Life is not always happy, nor is it always painful. Happiness and pain complement each other. It means that waterways have to pass through different banks, and trees have to pass through ever-changing seasons. We should thank life in happiness and also in pain. Happiness is exciting, but pain is not beautiful. I once read a proverb that said, "May there be enough clouds in your life to make a beautiful evening".

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