Who knows a good word to love life? Urgent .

I don't think I'll be able to make it.

Since you have chosen the distance.

Just take care of the wind and rain.

I don't think about whether I can win love.

Since I love roses.

and be brave enough to confide in sincerity.

I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.

Since the goal is horizon.

All that is left to the world is the back.

I don't think about whether the future will be flat or muddy.

Just love life.

Everything is expected.

Index finger: Love life (poem).

Index finger. Maybe my thin body is like a climbing kudzu vine, unable to grasp the future of my destiny, then please listen to my voice in the miserable wind and rain, still whispering repeatedly: love life.

Maybe after the fierce struggle of life, I will die more peacefully than the lake.

The inscription on my tablet that I asked to look for in the cemetery is still inscribed: Love life.

I have made up my mind: to use pain as a weight, and I have confidence: to use life as a scale.

I want to proclaim the value of a person's life, and I want future generations to follow my example: love life.

Indeed, I cherish what belongs to me.

It was through this winding path that I realized that life was so difficult.

I walked barefoot like a wanderer, feeling the hardness of the edges and corners of the rocks along the way, and the thorns that stood in my way.

It leaves a trail of blood on every step I take.

I walked bareback like a beggar, knowing deep that the hunger and cold in the winter wind and snow, and the scorching heat of the poisonous sun in summer, made me cherish every trace of warmth a hundred times.

But I have a personality that challenges the old forces, and even though I have been defeated, I will not take it lightly.

I have been able to live tenaciously and live until now because I believe in the future and love life.

Alas, it's better to die than to live.

[Vibrant] [One Hundred Deaths].

Powder Bone Donation] [Powder Bone Broken Body] [Go to the Fire and Blade] [Powder Body Gray Bone].

The mouth is already full of wolf hair. Half an hour later, the man felt a small stream of warm liquid slowly flowing down his throat. It wasn't tasty, it was like lead in his stomach, and it was poured out of sheer volition.

Later, the man rolled over and fell asleep on his back.

This terrible tiredness was like a sea, rising and rising, drowning his consciousness little by little.

They saw him walking awkwardly after breakfast, and would stretch out his hand to a sailor like a child. The sailor smiled and handed him a piece of hard bread, which he greedily took and looked at like a miser to gold, and tucked it into his shirt. Other grinning sailors gave him the same gift.

These people who study science are cautious. They went with him. But they often secretly checked his bed.

There were rows of hard bread on it, and the mattress was stuffed to the bridle; Every nook and cranny is stuffed with hard bread. However, he was very conscious. He was preparing for another famine that might happen – and that was it.

If he had known there was such a crack, he would have blocked it in the first place, and the fish would have been his. Thinking so, he collapsed limply on the damp ground. At first, he only wept softly, and after a while he cried loudly at the ruthless moorland Tao that surrounded him; Later, he sobbed loudly for a long time.

Half of the sky was rain, half was snow, and the snowflakes were big and damp. At first, it melted as soon as it hit the ground, but then it went down more and more, covering the ground, drenching the fire and destroying the dry moss that he had used as fuel.

They have experienced the hardships of life;

To be able to do so is to win, even though they lose the cost of gambling.

People who study science say he'll get back to normal; In fact, the iron anchor of the "Bardorfoe" has not yet rumbled down in San Francisco Bay, and he is normal.