Partner: "I only see wind and rain, no fire, no stars for navigation, I lost my direction, and my life was handed over to the sea."
Bei: "This sea is my mother, and it will not take me back. It is dark and dark. The womb."
Subordinate: "My mother is the fisherwoman of Arran, and I would rather die in battle." "Everyone is worried about the never-ending storm, Beowulf" Beowulf
: "Even the storm that the demons can't stop We, because we want to live."
Two
when the giant corpse monster Corondo was about to be killed, it asked the crazy strong man who was fighting naked in fear: "Who are you?
" Whisperer, whipper, destroyer, I am the fangs of the night, the claws of the night! My name is power! is desire! Is the power! I am Beowulf!
3 (1h12s) Facing the
German warriors who challenged him, Beowulf, already king, dismounted: "Would you like to inscribe your name on Beowulf's song?" Do you think my honor will be lost at the hands of an unnamed intruder? "
I am Finn of Frisia," said the warrior, standing up, holding his chest out proudly. "My name will be remembered forever." "
Unless you kill me, you are still nobody." Do you think you are the first, or the hundredth, to try to kill me? Beowulf took off his armor piece by piece. "I'll tell you one thing, Frisian, the gods will not let me die by your powerless blade, and the gods will not let me die by the sword." , or sink to the bottom of the sea, the gods will not let me fall asleep in my sleep, or mature in the years. "
This fellow tore his shirt again, revealing his chest muscles, "Chop here, Finn of Frisia, come and take my life."
The German warrior in the wolf hat retreated and murmured, "Who will give him a sword, Otherwise I..."
Beowulf roared, "What do you want? Kill me? Come, kill me! Do it! Kill me! Kill me!"
Four
battles are the original nature of men. For millions of years, our ancestors lived every day with simple tools, or directly with bare hands, after fighting with various bears, tigers, leopards, leopards, pythons and poisonous insects, eating meat and drinking blood to survive. This kind of strength and sturdiness is seen by us, who are wearing shirts and ties today, as barbaric, vulgar, and evil. But this kind of gene continues in us in reinforced concrete, and it is the inevitable true spirit when we face the core of life.
Compared with Beowulf's stupid single-handedly holding a knife, he rushed to the monster swamp to single-handedly face unknown and powerful monsters. Later people chose a better way to survive. We used our brains, we used tools, we used collective strength, and we won faster and more effectively. But along with this, slowly, we grow fat, our skills are slow, our sexual ability declines sharply, we are used to patience, calculation, compromise, like a castrated boar, and lie in the pen with peace of mind. He is full of fat, lazy in food and wine, sensory stimulation, hates trouble, fears setbacks, procrastinates day after day, and makes a living by playing a little smart and small skills.
Fuck myself!
Of course, life needs long-term flow, reading, communication and consultation, work, etc. certainly need to be quiet, and of course things need to be orderly, rational and calm, but sometimes you only need to do one fucking thing - Fuck you! It takes battle, it takes blood, it takes madness!
Even this irritability can affect your daily life when you can't fully control it. There is no need to reproach yourself like a bitch, before the age of thirty, a capable, irritable and defective youth is far more real, happy and useful than a gentle and perfect eunuch!
Five
Fuck you! I am a rude man! Fool! Grumpy and bloodthirsty!
Sixth
, the spirit of sports is not to win, nor is it just to be strong and energetic, it is an extension of the battlefield, faster, farther and stronger, constantly breaking through one's own limits, thereby awakening the savage and pure courage in a man with strength. Wake up a pure me, a me running in the mountains and fields, roaring under the blue sky, a me who enjoys the tranquility of the grass and breeze, a real me who dares to love and hate.
Long-distance running trains only a kind of endurance, boxing trains only to fight against, and to draw richer strength from doing things. To explore the real man in his whole life, face life and death, blood and fire, knife and gun, fear and collapse.
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