In every pond, there is the smell of the ocean。
　　In every stone, there is the shadow of the desert。
　　So the poet said: a clover, coupled with my imagination, is a vast grassland。Walking in the fields of the autumn moon, I remembered a poet's question to old Tolstoy: Everything/maturity
Do you/all have to/keep your head down？
　　There is no mistake, every step we walk through, will become the past, whether they are happy to meet, or painful parting, but please believe, whether it is eager to look forward to, or affectionate pursuit
Memory, every song we sing, will not disappear in an instant, like Rosa？Luxemburg said, "Wherever I go, as long as I live, the sky, the clouds, and the beauty of life will be with me.
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　　Narrow and selfish mind, can become their own hell, broad and cheerful mind, but can become a paradise for others。Hell and heaven are only one level apart。
　　And all the flames of jealousy, always start by burning themselves。
　　An old writer told me, "How much time have your feet broken?？But do not regret it, as long as the true step, whose steps, will have depth。"
　　When you finally win the flowers of success, don't you miss the past intersection？Don't you miss the wood of yesteryear in your magnificent house of rebuilding success？