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1."How Steel is Made".
The most precious thing of a person is life, and life belongs to a person only once. This is how a person's life should be spent; When he looks back, he will not regret that he wasted his time, nor will he be ashamed of his inaction; In this way, at the end of his life, he was able to say: 'My whole life and all my energies have been devoted to the most magnificent cause in the world—the struggle for the liberation of mankind.'
2."The Old Man and the Sea".
A man is not born to be defeated, you can destroy him, but you can't defeat him.
3.Notre Dame de Paris
Struggle requires perseverance!
4."20,000 Leagues Under the Sea".
You only know the answer by exploring.
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Go up and search for it, write the title of your book clearly.
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The most precious thing for a person is life, and life belongs to a person only once. A man's life should be spent in such a way that when he looks back, he will not regret that he wasted his time, nor will he be ashamed of his inaction.
In this way, on his deathbed, he could proudly say, "I have devoted my whole life and all my energies to the most magnificent cause in the world — the struggle for the liberation of mankind." How Steel Is Made" Nikolai Ostrovsky.
If thou wilt make thy heart marvel at the wonders of everyday life continually, the wonder of thy sorrow shall not diminish thy joy, and thou shalt bear the seasons of thy heart, as thou hast always endured the four seasons spent in the field. —The Prophet by Khalil Giberland.
I saw that the nations were hostile to each other, and silently, ignorantly, stupidly, willingly, innocently, killing each other. I see that the world's brightest minds are still inventing and writing articles that make this kind of hostility and slaughter more subtle and more enduring than ever. —All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque.
The suffering does not perceive the intensity of the pain when it endures, but it is the torture that continues after it that is the most heart-rending. —The Scarlet Letter Hawthorne.
There is a crime here that has nowhere to complain. There is a sorrow here that tears are not enough to symbolize. There is a kind of great failure here, which is enough to bring down all our successes. — The Grapes of Wrath Steinpeck.
I can't imagine a man who thinks that it is a heroic feat for him to play first instead of a pawn, and that to occupy a pitiful place in a certain corner of the chess guide means immortality, and I cannot imagine that a wise man can dedicate all his mental faculties to a ridiculous thing over and over again for 10, 20, 30, 40 years—to drive the king of wooden pieces into the corner of the board by all means. And he didn't go crazy and became crazy. —The Story of Chess by Stephen Zweig.
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