现在,最后的日子近了
在我面对最后的落幕时,
朋友,我想清楚的告诉你,
我的故事, 至少我确定的那一部分。
我的一生是充实的
我走过了每一条道路
不仅仅这样,甚至远远超过这些,
我用自己的方式走过了这些路
遗憾,我有
可要说起来,实在少的不值一提
我做了自己应该做的
而且毫无畏惧的承担后果
我认真地规划每一段旅程
以及在路旁的每一小步
不仅仅这样,不仅仅这样
我始终用我自己的方式
是的,有些时候,你知道
我咬住的远远超过了我能够吃下去的
即使在这个时候,这个充满迷茫的时候,
我也会咬碎他们,然后再狠狠的吐出去
我站直了,面对这些困难
用我自己的方式
我爱过,笑过也哭过
我有我的满足,也有过失落
于是现在,在泪痕已干的时候
我发觉这些都是那么的迷人
因为想到自己做了这么多
而且自己可以说对自己说,堂堂正正的说
“不, 不是我,
我用我自己的方式”
人为什么成为人,他有什么特质?
如果人不能做他自己,那他就什么也不是
如果能真实的表述自己的感受
而不是屈辱的谎话
我知道我曾为此备受打击
但我依然坚持自己的方式
"Each person's life is like a book; some people prefer to savor it slowly, while others like to gradually forget it. Looking back, I want to see if I can discern the trajectory of the world from my seemingly insignificant life. I am a child from the countryside, and perhaps most people cannot understand what my so-called countryside looks like. Indeed, the impressions of the countryside can be very different depending on the country, and moreover, more than 40 years have passed, during these 40 years of rapid development in China. A phrase suddenly comes to mind, 'I see him building tall buildings, I see him feasting, I see everything collapsing.' The place where I was born is a small town in the southwest of China, a town so small that it only has one street, and the widest part is only 3 meters. Paved with stone slabs, worn by many years of use, the slabs are not flat but rather filled with small bumps and hollows, yet strangely smooth. At the end of the street is a ...
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