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Life is a road, repeating the meeting and shaking hands, life is a river, flowing with immortal stories and legends. From the moment we set foot on the road of life, we live in a variety of care, and parents of the meeting, have a world that belongs to us, we grow up under the cultivation of milk, in the care of the germination, in the beautiful longing to carve out the future, the young mind is always looking forward to their own grow up, childish face carving out a naive fairy tale. Play without fear, a moment to cry, a moment and laugh, all permeated by that silly innocence. There is no melancholy, no greed, only a pure heart sprouting in the sun.
When stepped on the school door of the day, we met teachers, classmates, holding up thick books, we met the culture, a ignorant seed from here to cultivate, germination, flowering. In this big family we plan the outline of growth, scribble the color of the future, and analyze the reasoning of being a human being. Under the careful care of the motherland, a young mind absorbs the skills of survival and gradually moves up the ladder of happiness. And every reunion is faced with another parting, reunion of maturity, we bid farewell to childish, reunion of the course of growth, farewell to the tender green. Farewell to teachers and classmates, and meet the baptism of society, every reunion and parting, have left us more gratitude and memories.
If every reunion is faced with the beginning of the sour, then growth is to pay the price, looking at the parents gradually aged face, and we are powerless to change. In fact, we live every day in a variety of gratitude, each of the grace of the encounter is worth valuing, the wind and dust of change we will be separated at any time. Reunion of the rich read the course of life, the parting of the training of the instinct to bear. Every step of life is inseparable from the experience of growth, a variety of sad and happy alternation, interpretation of the twists and turns of life, and the vicissitudes of change, but taught us how to cherish, how to accept the life of the various gives.
Sometimes it is difficult to overcome the complicated heart, feel that have not lost, but time every second is traveling, who can make the needle of the years to stop flowing? Can't, we can't, the only thing we can do is to edit some images, sealed in the bottom of the heart, left to the years to move, to the youth to do a permanent endorsement. The journey of life needs to be reunited with the leap of joy, but also to face the bitterness of the parting of the decorations, each miss is in the formation of the parting, each thanksgiving is in the parting of the enlightenment, the meeting is a song, high and low rhythms play the twists and turns of life.
A wind blew awake the lake and mountains, the lush season brings us more poetic chapters, in the spring pictures to feel the softness of the wind, in the reunion with the spring, always can not hide the joy, those silent in the barren grass and trees, in the reincarnation of the revival of the color of life. In the face of the sadness and joy of life, they give more tolerance and understanding. Perhaps we all need a small grass state of mind, although small but highlights the openness of the mind, in the look at the time with the time, maintain a calm mind, peacefully accept the years to bring us touched and wrong, in order to stay in the true self not to lose.
The beauty is always with the color of youth, those buds are waiting to bloom and may have had an agreement with a small rain? When a blossom fragrance of the whole season, and how to cover up the summer to bring the life of the hot? Although the prosperity hidden behind the wreckage of the curtain, but the value of life is in the ups and downs in the character of perseverance, and the beautiful and the pursuit of expectations, sounded the symphony of life. Light rain warms the sentimental land, blooming beautiful flowers, reflecting the color of the sun. In the face of prosperity and the changing of the curtain, the frankness of the blossom tells us what happiness is? Happiness is not for the prosperity of a world, only for this journey without regret pouring love.
The cold winds of the fall have given the earth a heavy, windy dance of the fallen British put aside the world's vision, chose to go alone to zero, swinging branches still waving the reluctance to give up the love. Reunion with the mature `, must lose a lot of tender green, and precipitation in the creation of more harvest joy, fruitful experience is life. Just like the long road of life, always have to accept the baptism of sorrow and joy, in order to break through the storm of the century, towards the complete ladder. Some of the road needs to be accompanied by someone, some of the road to go alone, in the wind and dust in the end can not retain too much, but the maturity of the season added a life of calm, in the parting of the gathering in the harvest belongs to their own abundance,
The meeting with the winter, but also with the confession of a feast, stepping on the season of barrenness and the cold and bleak, so that the life of a better understanding of how to face the cold and warmth, the growth of the journey is to The journey of growth is to be constantly tested. But the journey of life needs not all the way to the hustle and bustle, there is a quiet towards peace, return to a peace of mind, sweeping miscellaneous dust more so that the mood slowly precipitation, rich. A snow covered the earth, purified the mind, clean the dust left behind the rust, so that life is more transparent. Encounter, brought us different feelings, but has the same touch, meet is a song, played the journey of life.
Each encounter is a story, each story is a song, we compose music for the encounter, write songs for the encounter, we meet the beauty of the color into the four seasons, poetic speech; we meet the encounter into the wind, flowers, snow and snow, for the years of testimonials; the wind and spring meet, stained with green; the wind and summer meet, smiling flowers; the wind and autumn meet, rich fruit; the wind and winter meet, plain dress the world; the wind and Winter meet, plain clothes the purity of the world, meet is a song, we sing .......