在人生的道路上,从来没有全身而退,坐享其成,不劳而获一说。你不努力,就得出局。
On the road of life, never retreat from the whole body, enjoy its achievements and get something for nothing. If you don't work hard, you're out.
单枪匹马你别怕,一腔孤勇又如何,这一路你可以哭,但不能怂,总得熬过无人问津的日子,才能迎来掌声和鲜花。
Don't be afraid to shoot a single horse. What about being alone and brave? You can cry all the way, but you can't be angry. You have to go through the days when nobody cares about it to welcome applause and flowers.
所有美好,都不负归期,选一种姿态让自己活得无可替代,没有所谓的运气,只有绝对的努力。
All good things come to an end. Choose a gesture to make your life irreplaceable. There is no so-called luck, only absolute effort.
身材不好就去锻炼,没钱就努力去赚。别把、窘境迁怒于别人,唯一可以抱怨的,只是不够努力的自己。
Exercise when you are in bad shape, and try to earn when you have no money. Don't turn your embarrassment on others. The only thing you can complain about is yourself who doesn't work hard enough.
梦想的坚持注定有孤独彷徨,因为少不了他人的质疑和嘲笑,但那又怎样,哪怕遍体鳞伤,也要活得漂亮!
Dream perseverance is doomed to loneliness and hesitation, because there is no lack of other people's doubts and ridicule, but then what, even if all over the bruises, also want to live beautifully!
别人再好,也是别人。自己再不堪,也是自己,独一无二的自己。只要努力去做最好的自己,一生足矣。为自己的人生负责,为自己的梦想买单。
No matter how good others are, they are others. I can't bear it anymore, but I am also my unique self. As long as you work hard to be the best of yourself, life is enough. Be responsible for your life and pay for your dreams.
不是井里没有水,而是你挖的不够深;不是成功来的慢,而是你努力的不够狠。
It's not that there's no water in the well, it's that you don't dig deep enough; it's not that success comes slowly, it's that you don't work hard enough.
起程莫问归程,浮云万里身如寄。长天泼墨,大风走笔,漫书狂意。
山川湖海,昼夜不息,踏来路,平千难,取三千明月光,酿一壶酒,来世不做浪子,做痴情人。
谁道两情若是长久时,又岂在朝朝暮暮日日夜夜。我却要生生世世,与你永永远远,纵马数尽岁岁年年。
择一城终老,遇一人白首;挽一帘幽梦,许一世倾城;写一字决别,言一梦长眠。我倾尽一生,囚你无期。
谁解相思味,谁盼良人归,谁捧胭脂泪,谁描柳月眉,谁将曲中情怨,谁思红袖轮回,谁一腔相思错付,都是断肠人。
夜更深,把盏花雕,徐徐一曲秦桑。三月春风搀了料峭,细雨洇湿满身风霜。客不来,烹茶醒酒,独饮月下。待挪步清肃地,我便将前世过往忘。
为了在春天里与你相遇,我描摹了五千个青石巷,三万条乌篷船,而它们都等着你帮我把二月的春风剪细。
闻说沧浪亭秋色已深,廊下日冷,菪竹飕飕。红尾鱼应也犯懒,夜里不大追咬塘中月了。算来日子将近,岭南一往无秋,便以为心下无挂。可江南有信,倏忽一念,落叶纷飞。
玲珑骰子安红豆,入骨相思君知否?对弈的人已走,谁还在推敲红尘之外的一盘残棋?走在细雪小路上的一袭红妆,是谁的浪漫?踏雪寻梅,轻拈时光,一半惆怅,一半清欢。千山暮雪,只为你来。风雪夜归人,与美,也不过是一杯酒的距离。
淡了红尘繁华,舍了年少韶华,瘦了尺寸年华,薄了指尖芳华。
你似烈酒灼我芳华,我含笑喝下。奈何桥边几回首,一碗孟婆汤,难入喉。
三月里,我以你白骨酿酒,骨角峥嵘舍不得细细碾碎和了清水桃花敷你面容,此后一概埋在桃树下。一年又一年,守岁月渐稠,老鬓霜白头,见十里桃花再没开过,我亲启这等候已久的美人酿。拍了封泥,抱春瓮在手,还来不及入口,烈烈酒风就已烫入心喉。
春风曾与我邀约,等梨花,枝上雪,便细雨黄昏,横笛一夜。将柔情欢意都吹彻,只让繁华永,不许梦凋谢。而今满枕黄粱都忘却,唯有如水一钩新月,思量着。