Worthy of the CCTV production, even the variety arts are so healing
Running water love mountains, it nourishes the green thousands of years, birds love the sky, he left no traces across the day and night, and you, there is no such love, like this life can not be repeated like a blazing, long, every cent or unrequited love. Some people say that life is like a song, that's because he has been through the mountains and rivers, and some people say that life is not a river, that's because he has tasted all the sweet and bitter ups and downs.
On the road to the dream, there are winds and rains and lonely nights. Don't be afraid to look back, family is behind you, playing the beam of warm light. Human tenacity, in the face of natural disasters that can not be resisted, flashing a weak light. The love of mankind, in the extreme majesty of nature in front of the maintenance of a tiny force.
The time to look into the future may be lonely and long, and I hope that after the effort, it will be clear. We often say that there is no standard answer to life, everyone has their own footnotes. In the face of adversity, we also each have their own choices. "To the end of the water, sit and watch the clouds rise" is the choice, "lying down to taste the gall, three thousand Yuejia can swallow Wu" is the choice, of course, you can also choose to put on the gloves, fight.
Throughout the mountains only for a meeting, go all out only for a change. The answers are in the tears and condensed in the sweat, the senses and the mind. There is always the same to live elsewhere, and you will be more determined to love in your heart.
We are often confused about what we really want, every day in the mind will burst a lot of thoughts, those who are not extinguished called love. Romero said: "There is only one kind of heroism in the world, that is, after recognizing the truth of life, still love life."
Standing on the top of the mountain and the sun, moon and stars dialogue, dive under the sea and the rivers, lakes and the sea, and every tree shakes hands, and every grass whispering, know that the universe is vast, the nature of the fear, life can be respected. I hope that at the end of the bustle, to find a touch of quiet, canoeing on the lake, three or five friends, a pot of old wine, family as a companion, singing and meeting friends. --I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.