"Whose name will be marked with a dazzling scar, deeper than that memory-"
Your birth was stained with the blood of the honor of your ancestors, and your eyes reflected the memories of the past wars, your With both hands holding the arrogance and domineering that swept thousands of troops, your spine is straight with the hope and responsibility of the nation, and your sleeves are concerned with the tenderness of the bones. You are a warrior, you were born and you are dead; .
Guns, cars, airplanes, and instant food, modern people no longer know what the samurai spirit is. When a society begins to be filled with a lot of lies, impetuousness, boredom and callousness, people have slowly forgotten what is hidden in the deepest part of our soul. People forget what dignity is to defend to the death; people forget the oath of life and death; people forget the connection of flesh and blood; people forget the passionate justice; when the last warrior slowly falls in an unfair contest There were no tears and soul-moving mourning, only contemptuous eyes and a disapproving sneer.
Since ancient times, kings have been arrogant and talented. Those who are loyal and can give their lives at any time are the blessings they cannot bear; those who are wise and wise are their lost treasures that cannot be recovered in their life; those fearless warriors , is their forgotten soul, never finding their way home. . The honor of a samurai is loyalty, and so is his sorrow. Because of loyalty, there is no way to leave the ignorant, empty-skinned king; because of loyalty, even if he sacrifices his own life, he will not hesitate to sacrifice his life; because of loyalty, he may be mediocre or dull and depressed, and he will spend his whole life.
The iron bones are strong and the universe is bright. The spirit of the ancient warrior straddles the Pacific Ocean, and its breath spreads across every yellow-skinned land, making it difficult to leave. When a child picks up a sharp knife and stabs a thug dozens of times taller and stronger than him, he is a warrior; when a woman puts on her husband's uniform for the murderer and forgives him, she is a warrior; When the leader restrained his emotions and looked around at the densely packed compatriots with cannon bayonets, he forgave them, and when he whispered perfect, they're perfect, he was a samurai; when Meiji took the long handle Sword, when he fell to his knees, he was a samurai. Whether it is a man, a woman or a child, everyone can be a samurai, and everyone has a samurai's code and standards in their hearts, and everyone has a samurai shadow in their hearts.
I would like to be born like a summer flower, bright and dazzling; I would like to be born like a redbud, strong and persistent; I would like to be born like a warrior, and see death as home. Even if you can't live like a samurai, you must die like a samurai, never giving up your dignity and faith.
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