静看过往,成者几何,败者几多。然而成败并非隔山千重隔水万道,仅在人的一念思量。曾有这样一个人,他因一个并不交好之人而被投入狱中。在那一夜,他必须作出抉择——是如屈大夫一样用生命去捍卫自己的尊严,用高贵的头颅去控诉帝王的残暴;还是“苟且”地活着,接受那耻辱的腐刑。青灯昏暗,一切都静得可怕,只有那寒风吹着盖有官印的文书“哗哗”作响;只有那灯光在妖娆地跳 Static look at the past, into the geometry, how many losers. However, the success or failure is not separated by mountains and rivers, only one thought to consider. There was such a man who was put in jail for a man who did not pay good. On that night he had to make a choice - to use his life as De Qufu to defend his dignity, to use his noble head to complain of the tyranny of the king, to live alive and accept the stigma of corruption. Green light dim, everything is still terrible, and only the wind blowing covered with the official seal of the instrument “Wow” sound; only that light in the enchanting jump