Little fish of thought

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 on the fields of the autumn moon, I remembered a poet's question to old Tolstoy: Must all mature people bow their heads?

No mistake, every step we take, will become the past, whether they are happy to meet, or painful parting. But please believe that no matter the eager anticipation, or the affectionate memory, every song we have sung will not disappear in a moment, as Rosa Luxemburg said: "Wherever I go, as long as I live, the sky, the clouds and the beauty of life will be with me!"

Narrow and selfish mind, can become their own hell; A broad and cheerful mind can be a paradise for others. Hell and heaven are only one level apart.

And all the flames of jealousy, always start by burning themselves.

The old writer said to me, "How long have your feet broken?" But do not regret, as long as the step is true, everyone's step will be deep."

When you finally win the flowers of success, don't you miss the old intersection? Don't you miss the wood of yesteryear in your magnificent house of remaking success?