1. One is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange music. Then one day, you will find that what you have worked hard to forge is ready to go. 1. One is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange songs. Then one day, you will find that you have really forgotten what you tried to forget.

2. Happiness is neither immortality nor having food or rights in your hands. It is that every tiny wish can come true, or you have something to eat when you are hungry, or someone loves you when you need love. 2. Happiness is not immortality, big fish and big meat, or the power of the ruling and opposition parties. Happiness is the realization of every tiny wish in life. Eat if you want, and be loved if you want to be loved.

Love is a lamp, but friendship is a shadow. When the light goes out, you will find shadows everywhere. Friendship is the person who can give you strength in the end. Love is a lamp, but friendship is a shadow. When the light goes out, you will find shadows all around you. A friend is someone who can give you strength in the end.

To love life is to love life.

The Love Life of Jack London tells the story of a gold digger in the western United States who was abandoned by his friends on his way back and trudged alone on the vast wasteland. Winter is coming, and the cold wind is coming at him with snowflakes. ...

On that day, he shortened the distance between him and the ship by three miles; At two o'clock the next day-because he is crawling like Bill now. At the end of the day, he found that the boat was still seven mailboxes away, and he couldn't even walk a mile a day. The summer in India is still going on. He keeps crawling, faints, turns and turns. The sick wolf kept coughing and wheezing behind him. His knees turned into meat like his feet. Although he paddled with the shirt on his back, it was the red mark he left on moss and stones. Once, he looked back and saw the wolf licking his blood greedily. He clearly saw his end-unless-unless he could catch the wolf. Then began an unprecedented cruel tragedy of survival-a patient crawling, a sick wolf limping, two creatures dragging their dying bodies across the desolate land, chasing each other's lives.

On this day, the distance between him and the boat was shortened by three miles. On the second day, he continued to shorten it by two miles-because he used to crawl on the ground like Mr. Bill. On the fifth night, he found that the boat was still seven miles away from him, and his daily progress was less than one mile. Fortunately, it is still sunny in late autumn. He continued to climb and fainted again and again, but after waking up, he continued to climb and kept looking back. And the sick wolf kept coughing and wheezing, but still followed closely. His knees-just like his feet-are already bloody. In fact, he took off his shirt early in the morning and wrapped it on his knee, but it was useless. He climbed all the way down, leaving shocking blood marks on the moss and rocks behind him. Once he turned around and saw the hungry wolf licking his blood greedily, and then he clearly realized his fate-unless-unless he got the wolf away. In this way, an unprecedented survival tragedy began-the patient crawled in front, the lame sick wolf followed, and the two creatures dragged their dying bodies in the desert, ready to kill each other's lives at any time.

If it is a healthy wolf, it is not so important to this person; However, the thought of feeding that disgusting, dying thing disgusted him. He is very picky. His mind has begun to wander, and he is troubled by hallucinations, and the interval between his waking hours has become less and less, shorter and shorter.

If this is a healthy wolf, he doesn't feel anything; But the thought of dying in the wolf's stomach, especially in front of this evil and morbid hungry wolf, made him feel sick. You know, he is a very special person. He started thinking again, and people were confused by hallucinations. His waking time is getting shorter and shorter.

On one occasion, he was awakened from a coma by the wheezing in his ear. The wolf limped back, lost his footing and fell on its weakness. It's funny, but he doesn't find it funny. He's not even afraid. He has gone too far. But his mind was clear, and he lay thinking.

Once he was awakened from a coma by the gasps coming from his ears; The wolf quickly jumped up with a limp. The wolf slipped because of his weakness. It's funny, but he can't laugh. Not because he's scared. He has been here for a long time. However, at this moment, his mind is clear and he is lying on the ground thinking carefully.

The boat is four miles away. When he wiped the fog from his eyes, he could see clearly. But he will never climb those four miles. He knows this and is very calm about it. He knew he couldn't climb half a mile. However, he wants to live. It is unreasonable that he died after all he has been through. Fate demands too much of him. Moreover, on his deathbed, he refused to die. This may be sheer madness, but in the grip of death, he despises death and refuses to die.

The ship is less than four miles from him. He rubbed his eyes hard and the boat clearly appeared in front of him. However, he can never climb those four miles again, which he knows very well, because he can't even climb half a mile. But at the same time, he is calm because he wants to live. He has been through a lot, and he doesn't want to die like this. Fate is too hard on him, but he just doesn't want to bend down and die. This is a crazy idea, but even if he can't escape from the clutches of death, he still has to fight and let himself live.

He closed his eyes and carefully calmed himself down. He strengthened himself to prevent the suffocating fatigue from hitting his body like a rising tide. This deadly burnout is like a sea, rising constantly and drowning his consciousness bit by bit. Sometimes he is almost submerged, waddling in oblivion; Similarly, through some strange soul alchemy, he will find another fragment of his will and attack more strongly.

He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down, not daring to relax at all. Suffocating fatigue came from the whole body like a rising tide, but he still woke up stubbornly and didn't let himself be overwhelmed by fatigue. This fatal fatigue, like the sea, is getting higher and higher, devouring his consciousness bit by bit. Sometimes, he is completely submerged in it, just floating quietly; Sometimes, with a peculiar spiritual function, he found some spiritual strength and moved forward more resolutely.

He lay motionless on his back, and he could hear the breathing of the sick wolf, which was getting closer and closer. It's getting closer and closer, passing through infinite time, but it doesn't move. It's his ear. Rough and dry tongue rubbed his cheek like sandpaper. His hands reached out-or at least he wanted to drive them away. Fingers bend like claws, but they are empty. Quickness and certainty require strength, and this person does not have this strength.

He lay motionless, and there was the panting of the sick wolf in his ear, which was slowly approaching him. The wolf got closer and closer, as if it had been a long time, but he lay still all the time. By this time, the wolf had reached his ear, and the rough wolf tongue rubbed his cheek like sandpaper. His hands caught at once-or his willpower forced him to catch them. His fingers bent like claws, but he grabbed an empty space. Agility and accuracy require strength, but he just has no strength.

The patience of wolves is terrible. This man's patience is just as terrible.

The wolf's patience is really terrible, and so is his patience.

He lay motionless for a long time, trying to get rid of his unconscious state, waiting for the one who wanted to eat him, which was what he wanted to eat. Sometimes, the tired sea drowns him, and he has long dreams; But from beginning to end, whether awake or dreaming, he was waiting for breathing and rough caressing of his tongue.

On this day, he spent more than half of his time lying quietly, trying not to faint, quietly waiting for the animal that just wanted to eat him in one bite, and he wanted to eat him in one bite. Sometimes when fatigue strikes, he will have long dreams in a daze. However, whether he is awake or dreaming, he has been waiting for the gasping sound and the rough tongue licking sound.

He didn't hear breathing, and he slowly slipped from some dreams to the feeling of his tongue along his hand. He waited. The fangs are gently pressed; Increased pressure; The wolf tried his last strength to bite his teeth into the food he had been waiting for for a long time. But the man has waited too long, and the injured hand has closed his chin. Slowly, when the wolf struggled feebly and the other hand grabbed it feebly, the other hand slowly grabbed it. Five minutes later, all the weight of the man was on the wolf. His hands are not strong enough to strangle the wolf, but his face is stuck to the wolf's throat and his mouth is covered with hair. Half an hour later, the man felt a warm current flowing into his throat. This is not pleasant. It's like molten lead was forced into his stomach, and it was forced into it by his own will. Later, the man turned over and fell asleep on his back.

He didn't hear the gasps. When he woke up slowly from his dream, he felt the wolf licking one of his hands. He still waited quietly. The spike has been gently buckled in his hand, and the pressure is gradually increasing. The wolf is using its last strength to bite its teeth at its long-awaited prey. But he also waited for a long time, and his torn hand caught the wolf's chin. In this way, the wolf struggled weakly, and the other hand pulled feebly. Slowly, the other hand came and squeezed it. After playing for five minutes, the man had wolfed it down. The strength of his hands is not enough to strangle the wolf, but his face is tightly stuck on the wolf's throat, and a pile of wolf hair is tightly stuck in his mouth. Half an hour later, he felt a warm liquid flowing into his throat, which was really uncomfortable, just like pouring lead into his stomach, which was completely forced out by his own will. Later, he turned over and fell asleep on his back.

There are some members of the scientific expedition on the whaling ship Bedford. From the deck, they noticed a strange object on the shore. It is moving along the beach into the water. They can't classify. As scientists, they climbed onto the nearby whaling ship and went ashore to see it. They saw something alive, but it's hard to call it human. It is blind and unconscious. It squirms on the ground like a terrible bug. Most of its efforts were futile, but it persisted, twisted and twisted, and moved at a speed of about one hour and twenty feet.

There are several scientific expedition members on the whaling ship Bedford. They saw a strange object on the shore from the deck. He is walking towards the sea on the beach. They don't know what kind of animals they belong to, but they are all people who study science, so they rowed whaling ships to the shore for investigation. Then, they found a living animal, but it's hard to call him a man. Because he was blind and lost his mind, but that's all. He kept crawling on the ground like a big bug. Most of his efforts failed, but he never gave up. He kept twisting and winding, maybe he could climb twenty feet an hour.

Three weeks later, the man was lying on the berth of the Bedford whaling ship, and tears ran down his thin cheeks, telling who he was and what he had experienced. He also talked incoherently about his mother, sunny southern California, and a home among orange groves and flowers.

Three weeks later, the man lay in the berth of the whaling ship Bedford, and tears ran down his thin cheeks. He talked about his identity and everything he experienced. At the same time, he talked endlessly about his mother, sunny California, and his home among oranges and flowers.