A year divided into four seasons, twelve months, three hundred and sixty-five days, more than eight thousand hours. The gears of time keep turning, day after day, week after week, unchanged is the change of seasons, the sun rises and the moon falls, only the footsteps of time, overlapping into the depths of the years.
We run in the world, in the name of love, in the name of maturity, in order to live and live, forgetting their own lost the original intention, life has given us too much labor and worry, so that we wake up in the middle of the night tears.
Born in Brahmaputra, in fact, no one's life is smooth sailing, everyone will inevitably experience some frost and snow, encounter some suffering and setbacks. How strong do you have to be along the way in order to escape unscathed from the sands of the rounds and rounds of years?
Rabindranath Tagore said, "Your burdens will be turned into gifts, and your suffering will light your way."
The sky is always fair, only through the trials and tribulations of life, in order to understand the difficulty of life, only taste the sweet and sour, in order to savor the reality of life, only through the wind and rain, in order to see the beautiful rainbow. As if, a piece of barren land, you sowed what, the future will certainly harvest what!
Light is not slow, slowly forward.
This half year, all the good and bad things, all the time to cry and laugh, all the busy idle day, all the confused entangled traces, all the firewood and oil and salt fragmentation, are in the water in the flow of years away.
The age of the silent old, the mirror in the red face can not resist the rush of the day and the moon like a shuttle, suddenly looked at, has been white hair gradual wrinkles new. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
The time is running out, and it's been half a year.
This year, lonely, sad,
This year, confused, lonely,
This year, silent, insisted,
This year, hard, brave,
This year, wind and rain a few times, mixed flavors.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it.
I, we,
Please, as always, try to be strong and have a good heart...
So, slowly understand, life is a practice, each day has a different sharpening, light, no matter how fast or slow, are not subject to the boundaries of the personnel of the mortal world, and rather than complaining about the bitter smile on tomorrow, rather than stopping the brave life; rather than lamenting the rush of time, rather than do a good job, I will not be able to do a good job. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty and get out of the way!