متن های جدید آبان 1405 / بیو های کوتاه (پیشنهادی)

“No wind could ever uproot me; I have long since taken root in stone, raised on the bitter taste of hard days. I am not the weary traveler who seeks shelter in the shade—I have left the shade far behind and am still standing. If my eyes are tired, it is only because the road is long, not because I have grown weary of walking.”