Footprints on life

On the smooth road, the pace is light, the travel is leisurely, but the quiet stream beside the footprints of memory and growth. On the muddy road, although the feet are dragging, although the body is tired, but the warm moonlight has been engraved with thick footprints, even if the years have been smoothed, still can be under a deep dent.

Life is like the sea, the waves cast its magnificent: life is like a mountain, towering into the clouds to achieve its unique beauty. If the sea loses its surge, it also loses its splendor; If the mountain loses its height, it also loses its beauty; And if life loses setbacks and hardships, it will also lose its own meaning.

I like this sentence very much -- the most clear footprints are on the most muddy road. Yes ah, on a smooth road, the pace is light, travel is leisurely, but the quiet stream beside the footprints of memory and growth. On the muddy road, although the feet are dragging, although the body is tired, but in the warm moonlight engraved thick footprints, even if the years have been smoothen, still can leave a deep dent. Life is such a road: no setbacks and hardships, how to leave a brilliant and brilliant moment? Without suffering and adversity, how to highlight the footprint of life?

We walk on the road of life, have had a pure and good desire, that is - - leave something, for future generations to use, and this “what” is the footprint of life. Throughout history, what person we remember who didn‘t walk on a muddy road?

He suffered from severe muscular dystrophy and was almost completely paralyzed. Even the doctors had told him hopelessly that the disease could only last two years. He is with how indomitable willpower, strong to live down, and achieved such a brilliant achievement?

When she was one and a half years old, a serious illness deprived her of hearing and sight. Then she lost her ability to speak, leaving her in a dark cage. How did she create light and words and words for herself in that silent world?

At the age of twenty-six he began to lose his hearing, and when he really felt that his ears were getting deaf, he almost gave up. You know, is there anything more unfortunate for a musician than not being able to hear! How does he use that rich soul to create music that will live forever?

Therefore, Hawking, Beethoven, Helen Keller are remembered by us.

Walk through the mud, after experiencing the rough will appear full of flowers on the road. Through the mud, leaving the footprints of life that will never fade!