What's wrong! The ship won't stop. The wind is blowing, and this gloomy ship has its inevitable journey. It's over.

The man came out of the top, then appeared again, ups and downs, floating on the water. He shouted and raised his hand, but no one heard him.

Shout loudly. As for the ship, it floated in the hurricane, and people were busy operating it, sailors and passengers, people who fell into the water, and even

I don't watch it anymore. His poor head is just a drop in the ocean.

He let out a plaintive cry in the depths. That sailboat is a ghost! He looked at it crazily.

As it ... goes further and further, the shadow of the ship fades away and the hull becomes smaller. He was on that ship just now, a member of the crew, and others.

People come and go on the deck, he has his share of air and sunshine, and he is still a living person. Now, it's out

What is this? He slipped, that's all.

He was trapped in the storm. His feet can only sink in the void. Waves that split in the wind are seriously surrounded.

Looking at him, the peaks and valleys took him up and down, white practice flew over his head, and waves of heinous spit were on him.

The huge waves swallowed almost half of his mouth; Every time he sinks, he vaguely sees the dark abyss, some strange plants he has never seen before.

Grab him, wrap him around your feet and pull him towards them; He felt that he had become a whirlpool and a part of the bubble.

Points, the waves threw him around; He was drinking bitter juice, and the relentless waves of the sea rose higher and higher, determined to drown him, and the vast Zeguo took it.

His dying struggle for pleasure. It seems that the water here is full of hatred for him.

But he still struggled and tried his best to defend himself. He pulled himself together and swam like hell.

His weak strength was exhausted at once, and he was still struggling in the endless waves.

Where did the boat go? In the front. In the bleak place where the water meets the sky, it seems that it is still faintly discernible.

The wind roared and endless waves rushed at him. He raised his eyes and saw the color of the dark clouds. He's dying.

Hit the madness of Haohai, and this madness has caused him to fall into the Jedi. He heard a strange sound that he had never heard before, as if from this world.

Outside, flying from a terrible country, I don't know where.

There are many birds in the cloud, just like there are many angels above the disaster of life. But what do they have to do with him?

They fly, sing and soar; As for him, he cried for death.

He felt that he was buried by two boundless things at the same time: sea and the sky, a grave and a shroud.

As night falls, he has been swimming for several hours, exhausted. That ship, that ship carrying some people, is far away.

The boat is missing. He was alone in that terrible abyss shrouded in dusk. He sank, he struggled, he

Twisting his body, he felt that there was an invisible little monster under him. He called.

Everyone's gone. Where is God?

He shouted, help! Help! He kept shouting.

There is nothing by the water, nothing in the sky.

He shouted to the sky, waves, seaweed and rocks; They all turned a deaf ear. He begged for the storm; Strong storms are only for

Orders from space.

He is surrounded by night, dusk, loneliness, pentium exile riots, ups and downs of angry waves. There is only one person in him.

Fear and fatigue. There is nothing under his feet. There is no place to stand. He thought of his body floating there, infinitely desolate.

In the dark. The bottomless cold spring stiffened him. His hand twitched, holding a void. Wind, clouds, whirlpools, hurricanes, useless

Stars! What should I do? Disappointed people can only resign themselves to fate, while those who struggle to cope often do nothing, so he has to do so.

Let nature take its course, let nature take its course, no longer resist. Look, he fell into the abyss of extinction.

Ah, the eternal journey of human society! How many people and souls will get lost on the way! Human society is a society ruled by law.

The ocean of abandoned people! Worst of all, there is no help! Oh, this is spiritual death!

The sea is the general source where ruthless laws abandon their victims. The sea is endless suffering.

Thoughts drifting in that abyss will become a corpse. Who will bring it back to life?

The first Fantine, the seventh Champagne, and the third Storm in My Mind.

The reader must have guessed that M. Madeleine was Jean Valjean.

We have visited the depths of that conscience, and now it is time to visit again. We can't do this without feeling.

You can't move without fear, because this kind of visit is more shocking than anything else. Spiritual eyes, except in people's.

In my heart, no other place can see more glory and more darkness; Nothing is more terrible, more complicated and more

Mysterious and ever-changing things, there is a bigger scene in the world than the ocean, and that is the sky; There is one more than the sky.

The big picture is an inner activity.

Praising people's hearts, even if it involves only one person, only the lowest one in the crowd, must also melt all heroes.

Poetry and prose are integrated into one furnace, which is endowed with superior and mature heroic ode. The human heart is the cesspit of delusion, greed and conspiracy, and the stage of dreams.

The abyss of ugly ideas, the treacherous metropolis, the battlefield of desire. At some point, you can also learn from the melancholy of a person who uses his mind.

Go deep into his skin, explore his mood and study his thoughts. Beneath that apparent silence lies Homer's epic.

The struggle of the elves, the melee between dragons and snakes in Milton's poems, and the lingering illusion in Dante's poems. The human heart is vast.

In the vast world, people often feel dejected when they face their conscience and examine their ambitions and daily behaviors!

(1) Milton (1608- 1674), a famous British poet.

Dante once talked about a sinister door one day, and he hesitated before it. So is what is before us now.

As soon as we entered, we were delayed in front of it. Let's go in.

Readers already know what happened to Jean Valjean after the Gelve incident.

Little experience. From then on, we knew that he was a different person. He did everything the bishop expected of him.

I have practiced. That's not just change, but rebirth.

He really disappeared. He sold the bishop's silverware, leaving only two candlesticks as souvenirs and secretly left the city.

That city, through France, came to Montreuil by the sea, invented what we call new methods and created what we call things.

That kind of career should be elusive and inaccessible, just in Montreuil by the sea, and remember those who are sad.

In the past, while I was glad that the rest of my life was rare, I could make up for the deficiency of the first half of my life; He lives a comfortable, safe and hopeful life.

He only has two wishes: anonymity, Lide; Avoid the secular world and convert to God.

These two wishes have been closely integrated into one wish in his spirit. The two wishes are equal, both of which are his ideas.

Don't forget, doing is afraid of incompetence; All his actions, big or small, are governed by these two wishes. Usually, I am guiding him.

In daily actions, these two wishes go hand in hand; Make him secluded, make him charitable and indifferent; These two kinds

Desire plays exactly the same role. But sometimes there are contradictions. When we are not satisfied, we remember the whole coastal area.

The man whom Montreuil called M. Madeleine would never sacrifice the former for the latter, nor would he sacrifice his morality for his own safety. male

Don't hesitate between trade-offs. So regardless of the danger, he resolutely saved the bishop's candlestick and mourned for him.

Call all the children who pass by the chimney to ask questions, investigate Favelor's family situation, and be willing to endure Javert's difficulties.

As a code word, it saved Fauchelevent's life. We noticed that his thoughts seemed to be based on the loyalty and forgiveness of all sages.

Scholars believe that their main duty is not for themselves.

However, it must be pointed out that a similar situation has never happened. Although we talk about the suffering of this unfortunate man,

A little, but the two wishes that dominated him have never been so serious. Javert went into his office.

In the room, only the first few words were said, and he had vaguely but profoundly understood the seriousness of the incident. When his secret

When his name was suddenly mentioned like that, he was shocked, as if he were carried away by his strange bad luck; In horror.

In this process, there was a little trembling before the earthquake; Before the charge, he was immersed in music, like an oak tree in a storm.

One of the soldiers. He felt that there were dark clouds above his head, and lightning was about to hand in. Hearing Javert's words, his initial idea was

Is to go, run, surrender, rescue Shangmati from prison, or be imprisoned; It's hard to think like that.

As painful; Then, the idea passed away, and he said to himself, "Think about it! Think about it! " He suppressed the majority

At the beginning of that kind of generosity, flinched in the face of heroism.

He followed the sacred words of the bishop for a long time. After years of repentance and humiliation, he cultivated himself and redeemed himself, which is also worthy of optimism.

From the beginning to now, if he can make up his mind immediately in the face of aggressive adversity, he will go straight to the depths of the kingdom of heaven.

How bold it is to be deep and not look back; It was bold to do that, but he didn't. we will

We must recognize the activities in his mind, and all we can say is the actual situation there. It was Ben who dominated him in self-defense at first.

Yes; He quickly concentrated his thoughts, restrained his impulses, and paid attention to Javert, the great evil in front of him. Horrible emotions made him

He decided not to make any decision for the time being, thinking crazily about the way he should go, trying to stay calm and help him up like a samurai.

As a shield.

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