There is always a sunny day waiting for you.

There is always a sunny day waiting for you.

Text / Zhang Yanfeng seems to be timed forever on July 6, 2005.
That day, there is no day. He suffered the most tragic "Waterloo" in a man's life: the company went bankrupt, the husband and wife turned against each other, and the sons separated.
The pain, the unforgettable, can't be added. It seems that the air is also filled with the sorrow of most of the big flowers.
Despair, like spring grass, spreads wildly in the wilderness of the heart and grows vigorously.
He walked, aimless. Maybe just to escape.
Suddenly, there was a glass-like belt in front - the river! His eyes suddenly brightened and he quickly became wet.
In the midst of it, there seems to be any mysterious power calling him. It turned out that he walked in the way, and unconsciously, he returned to the place where he lived when he was a child.
Childhood life is like a bright painting, always hanging on the threshold of memory, clear and vivid, never fade: the river rushes. On the shore, her mother worked in the field, bending her bow and never tired. He wore a straw hat, shuttled through the grass, caught grasshoppers, and caught butterflies; in the sea of ​​flowers, he took a colorful wildflower. When you are sleepy, you will be dreaming of sweet flowers and the sound of the river, sweet and smooth.
Nowadays, the mother-in-law sleeps under the big tree on the shore, and no longer has to bear all kinds of hardships and livelihoods. The hardships of labor, the troubles of poverty, and the suffering of diseases have also turned into long clouds and floated to the horizon.
What is the meaning of living? Struggling, glory, struggles, and confusion, and ultimately nothing, empty hands, like naked, originally came to this world. He frowned and sighed.
It is better to return! Returning to the mother-in-law, lying quietly at their feet, guarding them, day and night; accompanying them, month and year. All the grievances and grievances in the world are right and wrong, and they are disturbing. What are you?
Thinking of this, his look is no longer mournful, and there is a little joy between the eyebrows. It seems that I am going to a date of love in a long time. He is dressed in clothes and walks toward the center of the river. One step, one step...
Suddenly, the arm was firmly clamped by something. Looking back, it turned out to be the old man fishing on the shore. The old man’s hand is like a pliers. Although he struggled hard, he could not move.
Like a stubborn scorpion who was not willing to be tamed, under the restraint of the old man, he was dragged back to the shore.
Silent, long silence.

"Young man, I don't know what you experienced." The old man gasped for a moment and broke the silence. He pointed to the high and low trees on the shore. "Look at the trees, a small tree will grow into a towering tree. How many violent winds are experienced, how many torrential rains are to be washed away. After each storm, no one bends and smashes. On the contrary, they all try to straighten their waists, grow stubbornly, and deepen the roots. There is a firm belief in their hearts: the sun will rise again, and there will always be a sunny day waiting for me."
The old man paused and went on to say, "People are still trees. All the difficulties and setbacks are temporary, just like the clouds can't cover the sun's glory for a long time. In the past, the dark flowers will come, there will always be a sunny day waiting for you."
Following the old man's gaze, he saw the trees growing on the shore. The tree is full of spirits, standing in the wind, full of vitality and greenery. The sun shines on the leaves, it is a faint light spot, flashing and flashing, it seems that there are countless elves laughing and laughing, they are singing the song of life enthusiastically, sharing the life of each other sweetly. Happy.
In an instant, as the river rushing in front of you, shyness spreads over the heart, and the tide is soaring. He worshipped the mother, and the heart was already light and windy. He packed his bags and left home.
A few years later, his company reopened with hundreds of millions of assets. The reporters of the major media are rushing to talk about this past event, talking about the wise old man and talking about the philosophical words of the old man.
He often said: "No one's growth is smooth sailing. The bumps and tribulations are obstacles on the road to success. The boat of life rushes past the rapids and the beach will be smooth and infinite. The past is painful, but it hurts. The pain will eventually be taken away by time. Remember: the sun is always after the storm, there is always a sunny day waiting for you."