2 1 800 words argumentative paper

Jiaqi Lee

God said, let there be light. So the sun shines brightly. The devil said, let there be a shadow. Therefore, the astringent shadow is narrow and gloomy. Humble humans try their best to find a shadowless gesture, but how can light and shadow go against the spirit of ghosts and gods? So someone said, then go straight. Go straight and leave your shadow.

Kuafu and Yugong can't wait to embark on the journey. One is to hold your head high and sweat; One is burying the back, digging, shoveling and hoeing-in a hurry but never stopping. Persevere in moving forward, leaving behind all the inferiority conclusions that "people are too small in front of nature" and have been chasing after them.

Gou Jian also struggled like a bird. As a despicable prisoner, he was once the king of a country. His heart is full of endless pain of national subjugation and genocide, and he is as lost as ink. It was a layer of black ink shadow smeared on his heart, which dried up his blood and split his heart. Pain accompanied him day and night. Ah, was it eaten to pieces by ghosts? No, of course not! Gou Jian's long beard shook off, let go of the big step and walked persistently on the time axis. Although the heavy pain still goes hand in hand, it can only be staggered with him after his sonorous pace! Yes, just go forward without hesitation and leave the shadow behind!

Needless to say, everyone is stepping on the shadow. Just as Renoir struggled to hold the hand of the brush and cast a withered shadow on the linen, Stephen's head leaned lightly on the back of the wheelchair and cast an crooked shadow on the speech synthesizer. Li Qingzhao leaned over the windowsill and cast a sad shadow on the gauze curtain. Vincent leaned on his cheek and looked up at the outline of the starry sky, casting a lonely shadow on the mottled wall. But no matter what the shadow looks like, it will always be trampled under our feet or even left behind: look at the painter's hand shining, a cosmic fantasy, a ray of sadness and a cobalt blue sky spinning. They cling to their own way and step on the shadow-crush it! Forward! Get rid of them!

The shadow under our feet is the insurmountable limitation, irreversible failure, incurable injury and pain that we bear. Inevitable, but always trying to avoid it. When racking their brains to think that the shadowless gesture ended in nothing, people split into two groups: one group completely gave up letting the shadow eat itself, and the other group turned the shadow into a whip and rode all the way forward. It's a simple choice: sit down and look at your own shadow with resentment, or move on.

It seems that people will tend to the latter, but who can say that they have never been discouraged? At that time, I felt the shadow on the ground, uneven. My heart is sour and stuffy.

In fact, there is no need to die as a ghost. After all, it's the dark shadow that suggests that you will follow the light. And you just need to summon up the courage to take a step, get rid of the shadow and stick to it.

So I said, fuck the devil and watch me move on!