When the pan to warm, years of Enron

Time really fast, imperceptibly came to the end of the year. Standing in the crossroads, a rememberance feelings looking back, feel the surging, be filled with a thousand regrets..

This year is a year, Thanksgiving is gratitude, a year. This year, Li a wind and rain, was in the way lost themselves, hesitated with direction, silly; fortunately, end with a persistent strength back, back to the start. The world road, the intricate and messy, who will inevitably have the wrong time; if not be misguided, only to wake up, resolutely return, just is the most wise choice. If blindly obsession forever, will only make the road thorns hurt injured all over the body, it is difficult to cure.

This year, have bear, who feel wronged, but choose silence. Don't fight, not the expression, only because too good, too understanding and sympathy, so take into account the face and feel some people. However, the last to know, the fact that some people don't deserve this kind to treat. Now, do not say sorry, not hurt, is a short on the heart, has no significance to distinguish.

This year, learn tolerance, learn to forgive, forgive the fate in the wrong, forgive some unlikely to forgive the people and things in others. Learn to abandon, abandon those should be a contemptuous disregard, not half value. Fortunately, I have a pair of bright eyes and a wise heart, still know how to choose the most regret; in any case, also do not back up those good time delayed. In this process, even if there is regret and regret, the sails transit, if you can look at the facts change, heart wide as the sea to believe, still visible in the magnificent and beautiful life. ?

Clearly the past, like a nightmare, suddenly look back, still lingering fear. When the time of Campanula, shaking me from the abyss of suffering, I know the true beauty of living, so, I cherish this life, had been with me to ignore. This year's experience, so this will be low-key I become more simple, more quiet. When the days back flat, heart, just like the light of a snow, elegant, quiet beauty, gentle, enron. The feeling of "human forget" peaceful and indifferent; not publicity, not noisy, a quiet acme day. I love, this day.

Zhao said: "the mood is again beautiful, also lost the world with evil." And I said, originally, some have ugly things, we won't have to look at, just feel better, remember some once touched. Still believe that, if the feeling Yi Jing, water Ying heart, can finally live through clouds Zhou, embrace life in my arms; if the earth, everywhere is Zen, every feeling, also is a causal Zen searches.