Hello Tomorrow

Tonight, it is also windy and rainy. It is also lightning and electricity. It is also moving.

Is the spring water of that river full? Is the tung flower of that tree open? Is the wheat in the field strong? And, is the light sky bright, is it bright?

Even if you are as small as a flower in a wilderness, you must work hard to welcome the sun. Even if the whole world has abandoned you, at least there are leaves to accompany, still releasing a unique fragrance!

On the stage of Mamma Mia, watching Chen Yuan for the child's tomorrow, on the stage, forgetting the rotation, using his own life. At that moment, there are rolling tears shaking, is it moving? Is it heartache? At that moment, many people are crying...

There is also the one who left the stage for 20 years and returned to the battlefield of Mamma Mia. The beautiful voice gives you a beautiful ceremony, hello tomorrow!

Those, light and faint years, silently passing, whether you like it or not!

Don't think about it, the mountain far away; don't think about it, the water in the distance. That mountain, the water, gradually grow old, and there are old homes that have been defeated by time. At this point, the raindrops drip underground; at this moment, the wind and the wild are blowing. This wind, this rain, will eventually be without shadow, and there are shadowless youths that are gradually drifting away.

With a blank, came to this strange world, staring blankly at the sky, and the earth. That little grass, the flowers, the little bird, the flowing white clouds, the flowing water, the towering mountains. A beautiful world, a quiet and moving space!

Moonlight, pouring a faint glow, or cold or warm. Mood, with the flow of night, or dark or bright. The past, the unknown dream, is now around. So, look forward to, that round of the bright moon that slowly rises, the mind is infinite...

The shredded fireworks have pains of speech, and the prosperous three thousand always end. The origin of the edge is the reincarnation of the dust, the past is like the wind is not like the water is not ubiquitous ... or thin, or light, and finally no regrets.

Voltaire said that life is a shipwreck, but we must not forget to sing on the lifeboat.

In the morning, Xu Xiaguang Wandao, the early bird, the grass on the side of the road kissed me and me, the crystal of the dewdrops, the scent of the flowers, all show the beauty of all things. Compared to the loss of last night, the troubles of the day before yesterday, there is still a trace of confusion, what can not be abandoned?

Going in a hurry in April, May is late. The gestation of that winter, the cultivation of the spring, must be harvested in this summer time. For example, the rolling wheat waves, the verdant green, the faint backs of the pile of thumb, the hope of the land, the flowers of the trees, the gaze of the eyes, and the stream of the stream flowing from the village. And the mountain that stands quietly!

Time is always too fast, and I haven't had time to look back. Some scenery has already been missed.

In fact, sometimes happiness is simple. If the moonlight comes to the bed every night, the wind pushes open the door, opens the unread pages, and then makes a pot of tea and reads a book by Hu Xiaomei. If you want to be happy again, take out the treasured hometown wine and have a few drinks, you can smile against the shadow of the wall.

Sometimes, when you are frustrated, you will sit on the river embankment and watch the quiet flowing river: it is silent and stretches for thousands of miles, no matter whether it is flat or not, no matter whether it is cloudy or not, no matter whether it is cold or lonely, no matter whether it is a hillside ditch. Not to be bothered.

Sometimes, when it is bumpy, I will climb up the hill that is not too tall, and look down on the land where I raised me: still so lush, full of vitality, there are birds, there are smoke, there are busy townmen who get up early. There are also shepherds who are late returning, as well as the baby who is carrying a bag, and screaming at the song "Our hometown is in the field of hope"...

Sometimes, when you are happy, you will also call friends and friends, hook your shoulders, step on the sunset, kneel on the grass between the heavens and the earth, roast chicken, roast duck, pickles, and your favorite peanuts, a few dozen beers. Spread on the ground, enjoy the carnival, until the willows on the moon!

Sometimes, I will take my mother's dead tree hand and slowly accompany her to watch the sunset fall! The beauty of the moment, I saw the disappointment and love on my mother's face!

I know that nature will not give you everything at once!

Also, I naively asked the child: Are you happy today?

The son looked at his head and thought for a long time: Are you happy today?

Yes, are you happy today? Heart knows.

Asked Mom: What is the most happy thing in your life? The mother looked up and looked into the distance. Do you want to be a father in heaven? Or do you think of their first love time?

The happiest thing for my mother is to watch you grow up slowly!

There are thousands of kinds of love in the world, but each kind of love has its limitations. Only the love of parents is selfless and eternal! Thanks to parents, thanksgiving this blood connection, if you can meet in the afterlife, only wish Still like this!

No matter, yesterday’s wind and rain was fierce, the moonlight last night was chaste, and yesterday’s life was brilliant again. Yesterday’s wounds were painful again. Yesterday’s youth was re-emerged. It’s already the past. No need to remember or grieve, raise your unique head. Facing the sea, the spring flowers will definitely open!

One flower, one world, one leaf and one story! Everything is in the distance, everything is in my heart. Precipitation, fermentation, and fragrant. Beware of the mountains and rivers, those trivial dust things will be purified in the silent nature, into the ethereal sky, quiet and quiet, pure self soul!

Life is in trouble, quietly, why not keep a light state of mind, restore the beauty of red dust! Freedom is secular, it is not in the air, not elsewhere, it is on the ground. In fact, the scenery will gradually end on the way to the storm, so we do not have to sigh anything, seize the time we have, and enjoy the poetry of the years!

The concept of the short board effect of the barrel has always been advocated. How much water can be loaded in a wooden barrel depends on the board that has the shortest barrel. But the development of the times, this concept has been completely broken! Contemporary companies, only need to have a long enough wooden board, and a manager with a complete barrel awareness, you can make up your own short board through cooperation To achieve maximum benefit. Why are we not so?

Grow yourself, perfect yourself, mature yourself! Make your weaknesses strong through the efforts of the day after tomorrow; make your own blind spots, make up for it with the strengths of others, is our life not perfect?

After yesterday’s bitterness or sweetness, experiencing today’s loss or gain, then tomorrow?

Hello Tomorrow!

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