Everyone has faith. Although it is a very mysterious thing, everyone has it. Everyone has a different attitude towards faith. Some people go to worship; Some people are praising; Some people are dismissive. After all, not everyone is pious enough about their beliefs.

I also have my belief, which is simple and should be placed on the white throne, but now it is like being abandoned in the filth - admitted to college. Pure belief is regarded as a competitive thing. All kinds of means and behind the scenes are used to discredit the simplicity, whiteness and darkness bit by bit.

Maybe I am not brave enough to challenge the man named English, which has troubled me for three years in junior high school; Perhaps I am not confident enough to move away the big stone called physics; Perhaps it is because I am not diligent and lazy enough to call back the child named Sorrow.

True courage, even if wrapped by fatalism, must break through the cocoon. Real faith can shine even in the dim night. It is the cocoon of the brave, the burning of the idealist, and the light of the believer.

Time, too long too long. As long as the child named Sorrow has forgotten the existence of faith.

In ancient times, people believed in the power of gods and believed that gods were omnipotent. Everyone believed that they were real gods. Because of faith, time will worship; Because of faith, there is God. God is only the spiritual sustenance of ancient people. In modern times, people say they believe in science, but how many people believe in crisis.

As long as you are pious and hardworking enough, the power of belief is real and can make you succeed. As long as you work hard enough.

I always look up at the sky when I am the saddest and the most tired, to see the drifting clouds and the stars when I wake up. Then there was power, as if the stars gave me power, but not so. The sky is where we believe. When I first entered high school, I held the belief that I would go to college. We remember that day, the sunset was burning red by the sunset. I stood on the corridor and made my wish of three years - "going to college". I believe firmly, I will work hard, I will choose to work hard, I am willing to work for three years, just three years later, for myself, for my family. At that time, my belief was firm to the point of almost obstinacy, but a month later, my belief began to waver, then the belief collapsed, and the final belief was solidified.

I don't want to fail again. If I lost in faith in the three years of junior high school, I believe that I will not lose again in senior high school, because I want to hold it in my heart, and I will have confidence and courage with motivation.

Look out of the window at the night sky - this is where I believe.