Say it alive.

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It's seven feet cold in winter, and a hundred miles of flowers are spent. Looking up, the world is full of rustling.

Sadness and cold run through the world mercil

? one

It's seven feet cold in winter, and a hundred miles of flowers are spent. Looking up, the world is full of rustling.

Sadness and cold run through the world mercilessly, and at the same time, they erode the soul.

People in the city have begun to put on thick coats and warm cotton wool. Keep the creeping meat warm and seal the trembling heart.

In the darkness close at hand, cowardice turns gently in countless people's ears: close your eyes and you will sleep forever.

This voice is everywhere.

It's an affectation in the circle of friends in the morning: Oh, I can't move, and I'm blocked by the bed again!

Then, regardless of class time and work time, continue to sleep unscrupulously.

The long-planned trip was interrupted: it's too cold today. Forget it, let's go another day.

Then continue to stay where you are, play mobile phones and games, and entertain yourself.

It's a fleeting thought that passed away in the cold wind: the university hasn't seen its best friend in the dormitory for a long time. Should we be together? Oh, forget it. Let's wait until the weather is warm.

Then continue to put your hands in your pockets and walk quickly during the empty holiday time.

Unconsciously, those actions and wills that should have been blocked were killed again and again.

Cold, it creates a delicate and warm yoke, called cowardice, which locks people's deepest desires in the abyss.

In that abyss, everyone who can't get out of bed has the desire to sweat, work hard and start a career. Everyone who wants to travel far has an ambition to see the mountains and rivers of Kyushu. Everyone who has been touched by friendship has had vigorous youth watered by laughter and tears.

Those imprisoned desires are the most primitive and true life forms, but they exist in the most humble and depressing way and should bloom in the most intense way.

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I know very well how beautiful people who are bound are.

And I also know that cold is not just cold.

It is a chain, a blade, and the culprit who can kill the soul anytime and anywhere.

Nothing is more painful than the indelible pain of the soul.

When I was young, I had a silly dream about music and imagined it countless times. I can stand in the center of the gorgeous stage and sing a song in exchange for the applause of thousands of people. However, when the cold snap comes, parents' reprimand and severe criticism are like swords and halberds, which mercilessly push down vague dreams and build high walls of mathematics and physics.

When I was older, I began to be full of persistent enthusiasm for hip-hop. I often imitate those dreamy dance steps on the barren grass on campus. Even if I fall, I never slack off. I only hope that one day, I can spin under the dazzling flash. However, as soon as the cold wind came up, it was blocked by the blood blade in the name of kicking the class. Driven by the class teacher, he went to the single-plank bridge of the college entrance examination.

At the age of twenty, I fell in love with the first girl who was obsessed with it in my life, crushed my heart, melted my dream, mixed rose petals and made a gentle soup. When the cold came again, a time train named Graduation completely sent my thoughts away.

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Mars of the soul is frozen into memory by cold.

Those who have passed away will never come back.

Only the future is in our hands.

From infancy to a seven-foot man, the rain grew from tears, and the armor woven with pain was worn on me, and the precipitation was enough. I reached out and picked up the sword of the abyss.

That year, I went to my hometown and gave the most solemn commemoration of my childhood. I haven't been to a small village more than 300 kilometers away for twenty years since my grandmother left. After half a month's hard work, I stood in the shabby yard wearing worn-out shoes, silently watching the deep weeds, piled rubble and houses washed away by rain. I saw that the apple tree that Grandma often tended was above the roof. I squeezed through the grass, found the boulder that once sat with my grandmother, squeezed through the rubble and sat down, letting memories flow and tears gush. There is nothing here, but it is my eternal habitat.

Another year, I locked myself in a small house together for seven years. There are thick books on my desk. I started studying. I have never left here except for eating and going to the toilet. I am determined to redouble my efforts to make up for the time wasted in college. It's like being a student again. I start studying at six in the morning and go to bed at 1 pm. Even in dreams, it's all in professional books. I worked hard for two months until the exam, and I tore off the last page from the bottom. The next day, I went down the mountain like a tiger, and the raptors crossed the river and splashed on the test paper. After another half month, I got the interview notice from my current employer with overwhelming advantage. Seven days later, I got my first job. In more than two months, I lost 20 pounds and even lost a lot of hair. Work hard, just because the voice in the abyss says: When you grow up, you have to live like a man.

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How many people can seriously listen to the deepest call and put it into action.

How many people constantly compromise and watch the years grow old coldly.

Have you ever thought of standing on the top of Mount Tai wrapped in your back and watching the sun rise from your feet for a long night?

Have you ever thought of walking through neon lights, walking into bustling nightclubs and seeing the city with your own eyes?

Have you ever thought about saying love to the dearest girl with the loudest voice in the bustling sea of people?

Have you ever thought about seeing your childhood playmates again, touching a glass of wine, and talking about the things in your memories with a smile?

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To live, listen to your inner voice as if you were alone.

Live, don't be a walking corpse, let laziness and cowardice abandon their ideals again and again.

Live, not die prematurely.

This season, the cold is coming again, and the soul is trembling. The shackles made by cowardice are placed on the pillow. It's up to you to wear it or not!

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