Moe Academy: Resurrection Battle

The snow is falling in all directions, and the road of life is not about whether it is long enough but whether it is wide enough. ——Inscription The snow is falling outside the window. Looking at the snow-covered window, I can't help but think of the conversation in the warm house in the cold winter. "What does the falling snow look like?" "It's like salt in the air." "It's not as good as catkins blowing in the wind." Looking back, childhood is so beautiful. Life is like the four seasons of the year, and the vigor of childhood is undoubtedly the spring of vitality. When I first came to this world, I opened my curious eyes and stroked the huge world with my white and tender hands, as if I wanted to grasp the whole world with my young hands. He slowly crawled into the distance. As he crawled, he seemed to feel that this was not fun, so he staggered. He walked slowly and stumbled, but his firm eyes always looked into the distance. Although he staggered, he could not hinder his firm steps. Everything is so hard at the beginning, but the determined people never give up their ideals, even if it is raining heavily outside, even if it is so cruel outside. He slowly walked to the distance, swinging his hands to his heart's content, raising his head high, looking at the distant sky... Not far away, a confident and energetic boy was jogging towards him. Although he was sweating, he still ran towards the summer of his life. His tender little hands are gradually becoming strong and powerful, and his steps are becoming more and more firm and powerful. Newborn calves are always ignorant of the height of the world. Although he fell down countless times, the determination in his eyes has never changed. Accompanied by the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, he ran towards the long journey of life with the singing of birds and the dancing of swallows. Running all the way, sweating profusely on the way, perhaps because he was tired, he slowly slowed down his pace. At this moment, he was no longer the same as before. Although his face was still childish, his eyes showed not only pride, but also determination, and a yearning for the future. He walked slowly, following the vigorous steps, following the guidance of his ideals, and following the calls of the future... His heart was like the sun in midsummer. In the setting sun, a middle-aged man was standing by the sea watching the sunset, looking back and forgetting things under the rustling of fallen leaves. He went from an insignificant clerk in the mall to a wealthy tycoon now. On the way, he thought about giving up, he thought about ending, he hesitated, felt sad, and despaired... Every time this happened, his original bold words, his original ambitions, and his original promises to himself were vivid, and they encouraged him to keep going and going. Now he has finally made a name for himself, he finally has what he has always dreamed of, and now he can finally call the shots in the mall. The sea breeze caressed his cheeks, and he said, "Time flies by like this," and then left in style. The biting cold wind was mixed with cold snow, and the plum blossoms in the distance were fragrant. Under the proudly blooming plum blossoms, in the sandalwood window full of ancient charm, an old man sat on a rattan chair. His temples were already gray, and the years had already carved scars on his face, but what remained unchanged was the pride that seeped into his bones. His eyes had long become as calm as water. Now he sat upright, with both the original pride and the current humility in his eyes. He was as big as a mountain, with an expression of "What can I do if the wind and rain still hit me?" Looking at the plum blossoms outside the window swaying in the snow, he laughed, he laughed loudly, he laughed up to the sky... Slow because of excitement, grow because of elegance, succeed because of determination, and mature because of suffering.