Men are just a joke in his eyes.

We walked the same number of waterways, I took a hundred steps and you took fifty steps. You laughed at me behind my back for walking more than you did.

I ignored you and continued on my way, but you took revenge at will. You pushed me behind, kicked the water in the bucket over, pointed at the origin with discriminatory eyes, and proudly said, "Go ahead and get another bucket of water!" "

We were running on the same runway, and I chose a fork road full of thorns and traps. You are still walking on a straight and unobstructed runway.

You turned to me and said, "You are no different from the fool who chose this road!" " " ? I'm still crawling on this detour, and your sneer echoes in the distance.

Weave your own page in the letter of youth and end your story with a few understatements. Your ink is covered page by page.

After writing, you looked at me in a few short sentences and said in a contemptuous tone, "Is this a dream? It is enough to dream about it! "

In others' eyes, I look like a clown; ? In the eyes of others, their pursuit is comedy; In their hearts? My dream is just a joke.

I returned to the original point with a bucket and filled it with water again and again to continue on my way; I crossed one obstacle after another, and the wind, rain and falling rocks beat me to pieces; I told my dream in short words, but no one understood the sweat and tears dripping between the lines.

In the eyes of others, everything I do is just a joke. But I want to say to those who can only laugh:

"I'm in the water several times as many times as you;

I am much better than you for such a fool;

My pursuit of dreams is more action than your hype. "

So, what seems like a joke in your eyes is my persistent dream!