reach into the future

Build me a son, Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak, and brave enough to face himself when he is afraid; one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory.

Build me a son whose wishbone will not be where his backbone should be; a son who will know Thee and that to know himself is the foundation stone of knowledge.

Lead him I pray, not in the path of ease and comfort, but under the stress and spur of difficulties and challenge. Here let him learn to stand up in the storm; here let him learn compassion for those who fail.

His heart will be clear, whose goal will be high; a son who will master himself before he seeks to master other men; one who will learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; one who will reach into the future, yet never forget the past.

And after all these things are his, add, I pray, enough of a sense of humor, so that he may always be serious, yet never take himself too seriously. Give him humility, so that he may always remember the simplicity of true greatness, the open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength.

Then, I, his father, will dare to whisper “I have not lived in vain”.

Foster the children’s

Recently my ball and Qin are a great leap forward. Defeated many people than I practice a long time, defeated the ratio I big strength, played calm and composed, regardless of winning or losing; at the piano, sight reading ability improved, more efficient.
Many people have noticed I leap, think I’m smart, in fact, I know I won in the mind. I have a strong and calm mood, calm, steady, bland, not so restless, solves the problem of steady. I will seriously consider every ball, I am not discouraged, I submit, I calm down, I persist. Careful to observe every ball, to change way. Persistence and confidence is the key to success, you must fully to believe in yourself, and then continue to adjust your attitude, and constantly changing method. Things will improve the success rate. Will supply their deficiency.
I said above, psychology in the education of emotional quotient. EQ includes three aspects: 1communication capacity of 2 is your ability to control emotions 3 is your ambition. There was a ball friend asked his children should learn what things, I told him, what is not important, important is you must first cultivate his Eq. If the child has a high EQ, then his ability to deal with problems and learning ability will be very high, so he will survive independently and learning ability will be high. You win.

wire hanging clothes

Ordinary, simple and transparent. Not many cover can see the bottom, let a person heart clear. Unusual, seems to be a close fitting cotton clothes, eye-catching, but safe and comfortable; it’s not like silk, is noble and cold, only far view; unlike other fiber those rough and strong, the Board shall not in good taste. So, I like this sweet feeling, as usual.
“Flying into the homes of ordinary people”, the ordinary home, must be not high walls, wood not verdant, mahogany lattice windows, walls under diffuse out some grass, swallows chirping in the eaves Zha Zha another nest, while the title to a hay, while the fetch some wet mud, this kind of a carefree. Think of the ordinary wooden lattice window, also can sit a daughter of a humble family like figure, a piece of brocade PA, a few silk thread, needle rust circuitous, few peach blossom open, really very unusual Ergonomic Furniture!
Unusual beautiful! The desire to have a normal eaves, Du I like silk flower heart, will is the peach blossom wind sweet such as March’s cheeks, not like bashful is worth little shyness DSE Maths Mock Paper
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Morning to read the sentence: “through energy-saving from the old alley, I often get some pyrotechnic gas moved injured all over the body — so the old tree beautiful, quadrangles Fen Wu messy, as if time in those old courtyard all through, mottled, old trees built cage, wire hanging clothes — woman underwear, diapers, cotton, single……” How unusual scenery, like just yesterday’s memory, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. This unusual did not see us in the old days? It is the same home and throw away those old furniture, old less color but always remembered.
Ordinary alley, went to the master, mottled time. The residual taste seems also exudes the fragrance , touch, warm. Unusual? People think too much for too long……

autumn rain charming

It has also been a warm winter season, the footsteps in the years Pai hesitating not before, sitting in the warm winter sun, listening to birds chirping in the porch, watching the tea in front of curling up in the air, as if in the spring. Look, a prime snow in front of those dry, dust, who will be in the snow in the world, become gentle. Just wanna be with you, touch, in a bloom of the white world, enjoy the snow Bodhi listen, ask zenneo skin lab derma21 .
Hurry, the pace of time has sounded the twelfth lunar month of the doorway. Impression in the twelfth lunar month is the coldest season in a year, this season is most suitable for the snow, even if it is a long light snow, not live up to the North’s invitation, will not live up to the spring, summer, autumn rain charming.
The snow to where, where will be very beautiful. Snow White Snow White Street, building, all falling snow white eyes. Snow fall in the body, a cool brow. Snow falls on the path, those who are not afraid of cold bird in the white world, singing contend.

Snow falls in the bamboo forest, the completion of the tune neo skin lab derma21, the completion of lines. And I, sitting in front of the window, listen wanton fall in every corner of the courtyard full of. Then, in a window, wait for you in full bloom from a pear tree after, see full tree pear, completed in Tang poetry rhyme beauty.
Aging, the time has come through much of the winter. Returning to the snow in a plain thing, want to meet me. I expect to encounter a prime snow in a ray of the mexican. Porch under a tree, Hongmei cut open early, in “if suddenly spring night, Arcadia 10000 pear tree open” scenery, enchanting alone. The snow fell on the brow, looked down and you meet. The snow fell in the night, and the moonlight together through the desk book. I’m in a red, buff see time branches were dyed with Binshuang white.
Moyun clouds outside the window, a line of poetry floating into the window Xuan “late day to snow, can drink a cup?” Sit at my window, listen into the heart. This snow days, you just want to drink a pot of wine: peach, idle to knock a few pieces fall university

green leaves slowly

Beautiful flowers, buds, flowers gradually withered bone, a fallen petals and leaves, or green, and bud will spit verdancy, give a person happy, feeling the power of life neo skin lab derma21.
Flowers are very beautiful, beautiful suction, all the eyes in flowers, forget the support leaves accompanied by hand. Leaves are always quiet, holding the flowers bloom, let them publicity, show the beauty of life.
Flowers too fast, thanks too fast. Green, green leaves slowly, and quietly yellowing. The term of life it is so, long or short, the color, not the same. You finished the season of flowers, I walked a quarter of silence, displays the beauty of life. Some beauty satisfactorily, and some beauty was incomplete, some pretty sultry. Is life, all love, all moving. Isn’t it? Who said “the rose is not heartless”, she has “turn into Chunni more quadrangle”, who sing “huazipiaoling artesian water”, and from this “a kind of Acacia, two xianchouneo skin lab derma21 “!

Vegetation relentless, but everywhere to living feeling, the feeling in the deep heart, in the heart of whispering.
The confused, but the United States and the United States all the world, it seems that people are very busy, busy can not catch up with the pace of time, can not grasp the hands of time, can not attend to those quiet life.
Life is not all flowers, also not only beautiful flowers, not flowers, how will bloom. Life is a leaf, the flower withered leaf is green. The flower of life is the pursuit of the width of the life, leaves the life pursuit is the length of life. Long combination and wide, Nutrilite Hong Kongconstruct a geometric graph, to build three-dimensional picture is more beautiful.

the sky clouds are suddenly

I, is a tree, a tree forget love. Whenever the spring breeze gently, my body is in the poem melts in the rain, the thin branches YaoYaoYeYe, dance the dance of finishing. The other side of the mountain, a eyes peeping at my lonely figure. I tilted desires, watching in the corner of life, the shadowy figure. Turn leisurely, hear the cry of love, can not see is the heart of the flowers bloom. Only I, partial corner, all tenderness .
Wilderness qingqing, overflow hill green melt my sorrow, stretching from her brow and hard-working bees flashing I the emotions of the mould, spread around. I cupped hands wish: no longer tragic life. Wash the torrential mountain rain abrupt, and heavy made yuhua district open in my branches and pure rain a little bit into my body, spread along the thread of the bump my sadness, hungry body opened his mouth, greedy sucking.
Mountain rain suddenly break, love the smell of fresh air, the scent of herbs dizzy catch my heart, but I want the flower didn’t come. In the sky, the cloud to cloud, but I’ll never learn can’t handsome and elegant white clouds. Perhaps, this life, my life is up to the invasion of the tree. But the other side of the mountain, there is a pair of eyes I didn’t see through, that is full of desire intoxicated with the eyes of my heart. In front of his eyes, I small of just one individual plant grass, but my heart is still filled with fragrant flowers. Because I believe that when I put the crown block to you, your heart, in my gentle melt in the shade.
River’s lake sunset, empty heart. The rotation of the years, all kinds of joys and sorrows.there. The reappearance of the branches of that my life, who is beautiful in bloom? Every curtain and view, long-so large hankage flashing my tears. Step broken bridge, the snow was falling, in one thousand the deep bitterness look to me, I turn to, from now on, back in the world of mortals bending my waist. I stooped body, in the thick snow, to search for your footprint. Even a trace of green hair, is enough to comfort my lonely life?
Rain, empty mountains, dripping quietly out of the window, the dust settles, inner surface. Pinglan overlook, the future seems to be under their feet, but the scenery is too beautiful. Maybe everything was a lie, who is lying? I can’t believe that, although the heart is as light as yan, but I couldn’t fly from the world of mortals. Who is in the heart’s door wove me flowers, tall hedge, isolate the light of the moon. No moonlight, I can’t see anymore, the eyes can only run on the night of the sea, looking for the light in my dream Neo Derm Beauty Box .
With a time of bamboo, break sparkling colourful shadow, in the clear water of the river of grass into my heart, gave birth to the root, the bud. Dazzling sunshine through the clouds, irradiation on the boundless field, uncertain of the dust flying, my mood is like the markings on the tip of the finger, the arrangement of the clutter. I drop my head, sighed with emotion years relentless and affectionate. In those years, I felt like a long in the hollow of the tree, the tree, and the wind strong, bright moon mirror. Finally, the sort of comfortable life, out of my blue sky.
People, is a dust, as long as there is love in heart, the world is the scenery everywhere. Regardless of myriad frustrations, series of insurmountable, it is self breakthrough. More forward, more close to the self, realize the integrity of the heart, is a natural giving our power. Once upon a time? We are lonely because of love, we are lonely because of the night. The shore he remembereth end across the sea waves, to the endless sea, we are a seam, skew the figure in the waves, waiting for the trial of the setting sun. At the same time, our hearts are in the struggle, because, our lives, will be returned to the side of the tree.
The gentleness of the tree, can rely on, also can be the end-result of the heart. Every time away from, parting with your family and friends, maple leaf national flower is our sadness. Because of caring, more warm our hearts. Because miss, our life more complete. In the world, between people across a tree, a tree shade can resolve the heat in the life, also can build a bridge of love. Under the bridge, pentium yesterday of the past, the shabby house, and the decayed kerosene lamps. And heart, a winding path on the edge of the memory to crazy run, mountain breeze blowing my face, dog’s tail grass tickled my feet. I shake a shake, hungry cloth shoes long mouth, waiting for me to use my childhood. I fly over mountains, through the night dream, keeled over in the grandmother’s old wooden box, with colorful glass ball rolled, write the diary of homework in the past, my grandmother give lucky money to hide in the Chinese textbook. At this time, my grandmother walked to the front of me, her hair in my childhood, the stars in the sky ashamed returned to cloud, I lay on my grandpa’s lap, naive counting the stars. Outside of rockfill dam, a few rungs bending to the three cherry trees. I skilled climbing on the cherry trees, left hand holding the green leaves, right hand holding the deadwood, cricket singing in my feet, and the frog swim across my tranquil, dozing weevil greedy sucking the my tears. Boring I secretly run to the house eaves, with his hands in ShaWo find ant lion. Raised his head, a spider web seized my memories, I hide under the leaves of amnesia, eavesdropping on love affairs cicadas. A heart, the rain woke mountain mushrooms, I pulled the wet grass, as a result, a bowl of freshness of mushroom soup in my stomach.
The next day, the morning, the sun shines on the golden fields of the east, I pursed mouth, waving sickle, heavy grain was I cut off the head and to show concern, conveniently planted two grain of peanut, peanut root and shoot in the pan of I, bear fruit. I leaned against corn stalk, eating peanuts, suddenly reminded grandpa of cattle. Fields, grandpa cows ate the newborn GuMiao. I waved bamboo stick with trepidation, driving cattle, my grandfather had cultivated a piece of heaven and earth. When it is finished, sweating I run in the rain, burgundy wine conveniently in picked a ripe orange in the other. After school, I was sitting on the desk, holding a pencil to write with my sin. To take a strange vision teacher, my whole body shake, running on the road to skip class. The road, next to the aunt told me that working parents came back, I throw away the bag, pick up a piece of yellow leaves, returned to my grandma’s. The sky clouds are suddenly, I waved to the broom, will simply corn into past hill, looked at the hills, I decided to build a piece of fruit wood in the mountains, and no matter where I am standing? Are all side of the tree.
River blocks the flow, I bathed in my time, body of the dust fall to the ground. I will find out dreams of imprinting, into the cloud. Suddenly, a goose flies, crashed into me. I dragged scarred body, hard climb to a vine, I struggled to forward, birds and flowers in my front, I refused, but hid in a snail shell, long waiting beside a tree of memory.
By my side, who is the memory? And memory of the shore, I am in who side? Tree without memory, which side is open, why is this? This is because we went to another tree.

the youth film

How do you understand a recall and tells the story of sorrow, in full freedom, pure, unique and distant in time wanton youth. Time is young, the sun is young, but clear vision and miss mood are pale old. Write the story people always start in life, thinking about the moment of precipitation, leading to the heart, to capture the occurrence and screen the most beautiful life, hovering and blind make delicate lens more emotional and gorgeous. Youth is a face point, line, surface character of emotion, when light and short space aspect interviews, travel tea mug touching life certain can not be met for the fragment. The youth of dignity in sorrow feeling, experience the dignity of life in the flat, by others to talk about, be album collection, self memory. The youth of the dignity, both fictional and real, belong to oneself at the beginning of the world. In this fuzzy time fictitious concept, pain, bitter, sweet, do not have a clear and accurate vocabulary to show that every state youth emotions tumbling, theft, breakage, destroyed, nor a destructive means to overthrow every state youth in dignity established.
Comparison of music and image, once I think writing is extremely lonely and pale, but in different fields of art, thinking of the lock is always soft organ you want to open or do not want to open the can open, while the film was decided by image and plot to complete the text in the infinite secrets. Movie Youth, youth movie, the text will be re presented to the secret of youth youth, re left to the movies. Image is multiple, the story is the keynote of the emotional. Imagine thinking manufacturing situation never expected and decided the atmosphere of sorrow or joy. Using the words given two scenarios for example: in an autumn evening, stepping on the fallen leaves messy street, facing the cool sunset, a person quiet…… Or a summer night, a man wearing a simple, blowing wind walk in the road and street…… The text seemed to be infinite, the scenery in the simple words but not to capture, understanding of the director, the role of interpretation let youth individuals achieve different play. Everyone seemed to have a desire to meet, in the beautiful lonely season, language, lens and only happen slowly take trouble and sweet, green and warm waves. The story as if all is fond of, is sad, is lost because of regret, or because of the weak sense of belonging. A person always just lonely, lonely always just be hurried, the plot may not complete, but each others true, incomplete is regret, also beautiful.
Perhaps a person’s youth, a person’s movie, is the forest adventure or adventure travel, is wandering or ocean exploration process of highway. A person is lonely, lonely is perhaps the carnival, but lonely feelings color must be lonely. Lingering tone alone is youth, I think it is capable of causing and worthy of the audience to meditation and discussion. Everyone with an own position is the character of the point of fall, possibly occluded, may be transparent, mature personality change, body and landing is shooting, editing, showing youth rhythm and joint. A person suffering consciousness, depending on his own judgment to respond, the formation of inertia self view. However, the awakening is a wise and painful, far more than the movie bias Lyric infection sorrow more sorrow and long plot GDV fine wines.
Lost behind words is aftertaste, aftertaste end finally going back to lose. The youth is a try and lose experience, fully to taste the pain, fully to the brink of collapse. Then, let it become mature and full of pain, suffering and let it become a complete and perfect. Puerile picture is particularly true sense on the screen, in different circumstances we try to find the same season green and deep memory through the same age, the same emotion, the same fantasy. In the growth of all kinds of troubles and secret like a letter drifting into the bottle, keep records of various emotional tumbling, deep into the heart of the sea. It is a kind of growth beyond expression of feelings of self-esteem, self. Then have a quarrel, throbbing, struggle, have bitterness, write a diary, such as SMS, began staring out the window, fantasy of a scene, eager to get the concept note, eager to go out for a walk, also make a fuss of the tear, loudly painful grievances and silence to forgive, so, whether the youth is harvest innocence friendship, love, or is not full of first love, these are the germination, growth and Breakthrough Youth develop material. If you once again to think about life in the green period, find out the deficiency of gray, like in the movies shown over and over again, bit by bit in your mind, then you’ll find out there are too many, too many regrets, too many immature. However, if both a mature photos, a word not mature discourse, a letter of immature love letters, or a mature experiences are no longer makes you feel awkward or uncomfortable, then you are ripe, you start with the ignorant age alienated. Youth is not to praise what, what is prohibited, any existing it are revealed in the emotion restrain, sharp and precipitation, forever because of multiple and full, because less and deficiency, it is not Is it right?, right judgment proposition, selective but no answer. There are many factors involved with everyone that relative age, perhaps accompany, share, negotiation, communication, there are love and mutual growth, but the youth is always belongs to a person’s sacred and inviolable sovereignty and space, sovereignty for choice, space used for collection, the does not mean to deny, just to give youth a person, is a narrow definition. Youth is not evade or film bearing does not avoid things, but really emotional and reality interpretation Burgundy wine.

happiness is far away from me

The rain was falling.
Time to go home, through the familiar corner, saw a familiar figure, and suddenly remind of a person’s face, a sharp pain inexplicable heart.
You have a lot to say, but don’t know how to say, also can’t find anyone to tell…
A greeting, a recent 4 years. Life is so unpredictable, with sorrow and joy, with love and hate. I have asked myself, whether or not you love as a kind of habit. Perhaps, I really do not deserve you so, always doubt your sincerity, once how many time, want to stop to greet, gorgeous, ending a false communication. When you asked me: if too tired, can stop. Whenever that time, but I can not bear to leave. After all, communication for so long, even if have never met, will also have a special feeling, now in retrospect every care in life, every sentence ridicule, will touch the nerve of heart.
Always thought that happiness in the distance, the deliberate pursuit of the future, only to find out later, those who embrace life, hold hands, sing songs, leaving tears, loved the people, this is happiness.

Looking back, one after another accident, let people feel great, life seems very long, but the vicissitudes. A lot of things, we always feel The coming days would be long., but when change comes, everything has become so fragile, just surprised feel, leaving too much too late, too late to realize his promise to her, the commitment to the child, to the house of commitment…
The cycle of life and death, translation, once saw her from the operation room was pushed out of the moment. The heart has never been touched, never had the happy, I can in return is to give her a lifetime of happiness.
Day and night work, think only of living well, to give her children and a happy life. Ignore she endured many day and night alone. Now finally understand, what is happiness. In fact, happiness is in the side, plain and simple days, is happiness.
At the same time, always said without thinking of it, will say something to her rude words, are also seen to be her shortcomings, while ignoring her merits, has little friction, and now gone, people have changed, when she left, they found those who work together life is so happy.Although no money, but at least we still miss each other, now want to come, you are so naive.
Messy room, staring at the ceiling, quietly listening to this song, always hear no rhyme, it is difficult to understand what is how a kind of mood, perhaps, she also occasionally think of me, just so proud of a she, even she would never turn back.
In fact, I still care about her, hope all is well, whether it is business, work, or love… Suddenly can not see their future looks like, confused not rub. Ever so want to give her happiness, she once so firmly believe that we can be happy. Now I understand that many, changed so much, how to want to fling caution to the winds go by, say, let us once again, I want to make you happy, just remembering the past, afraid of a broken heart.
In fact, you leave me, I should thank you, after all you put your best gave me life, there will at least one time, you forget yourself for someone, asking for no result, no company, no ownership, even nor love, just ask for meeting you in my most beautiful years.
Once happily in my side, eventually… Happiness more and more far away from me Outsourcing payroll….