Life is not smooth sailing, no one can predict the ups and downs of life, and no one can predict whether there are poisonous snakes and beasts lurking in the grass ... Don't be discouraged in the face of setbacks.
When encountering difficulties, we should learn to surpass them. Sima Qian was severely punished by corruption and suffered a great blow to his spirit. But he resolutely chose to be strong and vowed to win the dignity of life with words-to complete the immortal system of "studying the relationship between man and nature, changing the past and the present, and becoming a family statement." He stayed up all night, kept writing, and finally finished the great work Historical Records, which was praised as "the swan song of historians and the rhyme of Li Sao". In the face of setbacks, he did not sigh his misfortune, but turned it into a driving force for progress, thus creating the glory of life.
In the face of setbacks and failures, everyone has different attitudes: in the face of difficulties and hardships, there is a passion of "Xiongguan Road is as solid as iron, and now it is a leap from the beginning", while Su Shi has the helplessness of "Life is like a dream, a bottle is still a month short". Different attitudes make different fates. In fact, in the face of difficulties, we should not make unnecessary assumptions. What is needed is to take every step down to earth. As Chekhov said, "Difficulty and torture are a hammer that strikes a blank. It is necessary to knock out fragile iron filings and forge a sharp steel knife."
Looking back at history, when the beautiful face is drifting away with the falling water, when the prosperity of brocade forging shop disappears with the east wind of the old country, when the past of singing, dancing and playing in the boudoir burns out with the infinite prosperity, when facing the extravagance left in memory, Li said, "The small building was easterly last night, so the old country can't bear to look back in the moonlight." In the face of failure, he did not sum up, did not rise, lost the direction of life, so that he could not get out of the haze of fate.
Hundreds of years of flowers bloom and fall, and the residual blood on the wind wave pavilion has already been washed away; Hundreds of years of ebb and flow have already erased the sound and sigh in the ocean. In the long river of life, we should always act, walk through the mud and cross the bumps.