No enthusiasm, who can be moved ?

 

I become a sales man, not destined to become a good sales men, it is not destined to be. Previously, I never thought, I will rely on selling to eat; now, I was famous for marketing. Fate has repeatedly, who can expect! At first, I was a professional baseball player, playing in the Johnston team, a team, a monthly salary of $105, so my life is decent, but also moisture. Who knows the boss is going to fire me. Because I was young, I don’t care. The boss scolded me and said: “we don’t need to be lazy, you could do you have the occupation player, occupation spirit?”

“Yes! I am lazy! I have no spirit! So what?” I loudly answered him, do not care to become shame, leaving the team. Now think about it, I feel ashamed. A boss said yes, until today, I still think of my brain, Yan Yan head be out of spirits in the arena of bear like. Competitive Coward , suffering to mature. My life distress, to reduce facial and joined the Pennsylvania Chester song, habenula don’t is very low, a monthly salary of only $25. I said he is being canine bully, heart punches cannot burn a bit of enthusiasm. Often a friend said hello to me, the Department is even worse, it is a kind of torture. I wandered around for a week, decided to leave the place, Zhi to distant Connecticut new black paper team. Still is $25, but no one knows me, I can treat a ‘mood, from scratch. Watching the sky alone, I said to myself: “I want to get back up! Must start again! I was 22 years old, be full of vigor and vitality!”

Passion burning, I like a horse, Mercedes Benz in the game, like a torrent, like shells. I feel the body, must be run in order to release the roaring waves. My most is surprisingly large, shot over falling teammate gloves aberration point. I was infected with my teammates, they run with me; his teammates are infected with the audience, they stand up and shout. I have no distractions, no feeling, just want to play; I just full of guts, puissant, just want to run. I have a boiling passion. Passionate, just want to win. I became the center of the field. County for a while, I really feel proud, is the magic of the spirit of the world in support of a kind of me, driving me, urging me. Achievement and honor it makes me feel proud. The man who has been fired,, but today is a star. The State Press and print my picture. Reporters to “play sorrow I wrote called me” spirit “, said I was” ever since the first man cannot level team injection “soul” of the people “. I never thought, I will get the accolades, now bring to let me fascinated. There is a harvest, my monthly salary rose to $185, but that’s a lot of money. Two years later, the monthly salary rose to $770. That day I was so happy, you simply can not imagine. How successful it is! How comfortable it is!

But. I was not destined to be a star. In a game in Chicago dinger, I waved his right arm, dispose of the ball to shave a county, pain piercing, my way Danling fracture. I simply want to cry for it arm ah, you are my life, I love you! Now you have to let me never to leave the game! The blow with the war lost a leg there is no difference! Good soldier would rather die on the battlefield than linger! But some things can not be reversed. I look back to hometown Philadelphia downhearted. The next day is very difficult, I do the first two years cashier, riding a bicycle, a street, a street to help furniture factory, the reward is $1 a day. No sunshine, no hope. Destiny repeatedly, which can  expect. Then, I added the life insurance company, want to take a chance. Dry selling, is a life force, so I just want to try. 8 months later, I was ready to quit.

If my struggle is not successful, I do not know whether to use this attitude to look at the time of the difficulties: “that time is really a torture, ah, you really do not see a little hope. , they always encouraged said, ‘a certain and signed under a single, how much commission’, I have a boiling passion: he signed a single equal I do a year, why not action? But 8 months down, I didn’t pull anything. Since it is not suitable for marketing, but also to stay there to do what! “I began to turn over the advertising. The success of the DELL – Mr. Carnegie. I heard his name, holding Ma died as a live attitude. I decided to listen to. Who would have thought, DELL – Mr. Carnegie readily, competing to speak on the spot. No panic in the main. I got up to feel hand trembling with fear, no place to put out a little, hesitating in speaking voice.

“Wait a wait. Sir, please wait! “Dell – Mr. Carnegie shake the head and wag. Interrupt me, come on, come on, young man. Which one to hear? No enthusiasm. Can move who?”

Mr. Carnegie, Mr., was talking about the topic of “passion”. He waved at the moving about Lian, broke a chair leg, the speech also cease abruptly. In a loud voice, full feeling, eyes firm, emotional and imaginative, lingering Rao Liang, back to the sun not, this is my of that class impression.

“No enthusiasm. Can impress prospective, that night I was sleeping. A repeating that sentence. On more than one ring feelings, more than words. Is his enthusiasm like that? Where is my passion? Why a group of black paper happy days gone? My passion has gone, and my life has withered. How can I be so? No No! How can I accomplish nothing !”

“Don’t be fighting now, more rely on? Are you waiting for me? That’s how to do it! I couldn’t swim! “One night I toss and turn restlessly, decided to change his fate. The sun rise, I once again hear the melodious birds.

The first phone call that day, I will never forget. I am full of confidence, confidence, without any fear. It is really a quick decision, he immediately agreed to the interview. During the meeting, I am ebullience. Witty, the another one on the spot to sign a single. He is Mr. Ammons, a corn merchant in Philadelphia. He said: if my employees have you so warm, my business will be ten times better.” Then we became good. He was my first customer, and I remember him all my life. From that day. I feel the struggle of the fun, the first experience to “do their own masters,” the beautiful feeling: no passion can move!

Learn from his son

 

My son, Danel, began to have a craze for surfing the age of 13. After school, he put on his wet bathing suit and went to the surfing line to wait for the challenge. One day at noon, his love of surfing by the test.

The lifeguard told me Mr. Michael on the phone: the accident of your son!”

“How serious is the situation?”

“Not very good, when he is surfing the top of the wave, the tip of the surf board is piercing his eye.” Michael Daniel get to the emergency room. Then their father and son will be transferred to plastic surgeon’s office, Daniel eyes to the nose where 26 stitches.

When Daniel’s eyes in stitches, I on the plane, is the end of a speech are going to fly home, father and son Michael left the hospital directly to the car drove up to the airport, he in the door and I say hello, tell me Daniel waiting for me in the car.

“Daniel is in the car?” I asked. I remember when I thought that the day of the waves must not small.

“He had an accident, but he would be fine.”

For a had to travel a lot of professional women, the worst nightmare come true, I quickly to the car ran, that high heels with children are broken. I opened the door, wearing a blindfold small son leaned forward to me with open arms, cry to say: “Oh! Mom, I’m so glad you’re back!”

I sob in his arms and tell him when the lifeguard to call, and yourself but not in the kind of inner remorse and sad.

He comforted me: “Mom, it’s okay, you don’t know how to surf.”

“What do you say?” I asked him, I really got mixed up with his logic!

“I’ll be fine soon, and the doctor says I’ll be in the water for 8 days!”

Is he crazy? I originally wanted to tell him before the age of 35 are allowed to close to water, but on the contrary, I have nothing to say, just pray that he can never forget such a thing as surfing.

For the next 7 days, he always wanted me to let him go back surfing, the eighth day I firmly with him said the 100th time “no”, but he was in his way, but also to the body, I beat.

“Mom, don’t you teach us not to give up what we love?”

Then he took me something to convince me, it is a first Lansdowne Langston Hughes, Hughes’s poetry, poetry frame in the frame. Daniel bought it, “because it reminds me of you.”

 

Mother to son

Boy, I want to talk to you:

For me

Life is never a ladder of crystal

There is a nail in it.

And fragments

The stairs of the board are also fragmented

There is no carpet on the floor.

Empty

But I’ve been on my way.

Sometimes arrived, settled

Sometimes turn

Sometimes in the dark to explore the way forward

Around a dark

So, son, you don’t look back

Don’t sit on the stairs.

Just because you find he is hard to walk.

You can not be unable to get up after a fall

For my darling, I will keep on going.

I want to climb the life to me

It’s never been a ladder of crystal.

I gave in!

When Daniel is but a child loves surfing, now but he is charged with the task of an adult, he in the world professional surfer ranking the 25th.

I teach the audience in a distant city an important principle, and in my backyard, I have been a test of this principle, the principle is that people who love something will embrace their favorite, but never give up.”

My son, Daniel, began to have a craze for surfing the age of 13. After school, he put on his wet bathing suit and went to the surfing line to wait for the challenge. One day at noon, his love of surfing by the test.

The lifeguard told me Mr. Michael on the phone: the accident of your son!”

“How serious is the situation?”

“Not very good, when he is surfing the top of the wave, the tip of the surf board is piercing his eye.” Michael Daniel get to the emergency room. Then their father and son will be transferred to plastic surgeon’s office, Daniel eyes to the nose where 26 stitches.

When Daniel’s eyes in stitches, I on the plane, is the end of a speech are going to fly home, father and son Michael left the hospital directly to the car drove up to the airport, he in the door and I say hello, tell me Daniel waiting for me in the car.

“Daniel is in the car?” I asked. I remember when I thought that the day of the waves must not small.

“He had an accident, but he would be fine.”

For a had to travel a lot of professional women, the worst nightmare come true, I quickly to the car ran, that high heels with children are broken. I opened the door, wearing a blindfold small son leaned forward to me with open arms, cry to say: “Oh! Mom, I’m so glad you’re back!”

I sob in his arms and tell him when the lifeguard to call, and yourself but not in the kind of inner remorse and sad.

He comforted me: “Mom, it’s okay, you don’t know how to surf.”

“What do you say?” I asked him, I really got mixed up with his logic!

“I’ll be fine soon, and the doctor says I’ll be in the water for 8 days!”

Is he crazy? I originally wanted to tell him before the age of 35 are allowed to close to water, but on the contrary, I have nothing to say, just pray that he can never forget such a thing as surfing.

For the next 7 days, he always wanted me to let him go back surfing, the eighth day I firmly with him said the 100th time “no”, but he was in his way, but also to the body, I beat.

“Mom, don’t you teach us not to give up what we love?”

Then he took me something to convince me, it is a first Lansdowne Langston Hughes, Hughes’s poetry, poetry frame in the frame. Daniel bought it, “because it reminds me of you.”

 

Mother to son

Boy, I want to talk to you:

For me

Life is never a ladder of crystal

There is a nail in it.

And fragments

The stairs of the board are also fragmented

There is no carpet on the floor.

Empty

But I’ve been on my way.

Sometimes arrived, settled

Sometimes turn

Sometimes in the dark to explore the way forward

Around a dark

So, son, you don’t look back

Don’t sit on the stairs.

Just because you find he is hard to walk.

You can not be unable to get up after a fall

For my darling, I will keep on going.

I want to climb the life to me

It’s never been a ladder of crystal.

I gave in!

When Daniel is but a child loves surfing, now but he is charged with the task of an adult, he in the world professional surfer ranking the 25th.

I teach the audience in a distant city an important principle, and in my backyard, I have been a test of this principle, the principle is that people who love something will embrace their favorite, but never give up.”

Passed through many cities, only love one person

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It was May 17, 2015. I was on the road. The hustle and bustle of the northern cities like the wind around the corner of the street will blow you up. You have left me for five years, in the absence of your days, I began a person carrying a bag holding a ticket to catch the train to travel far away. To the distant place where we had hoped, a person to see the journey we were young and eager. When I’m standing in the vast manor lavender, those with pale purple lavender in the wind a burst ofly floating, sage also at the side of a winding path in full bloom, I stood in the flower fields to lower the head to smell the smell of lavender, my tears fell down, distance of the heart of the position began he couldn’t hurt.

You never know, I am sad is I smell of our youth, you said that one day we will go to see a purple lavender of romance and eternal. And now I am the only one person, scattered in the time words had a piece of spalling in the years of growth rings, nowhere to be found. A person who has been through the wind,through the cloudy, over the height of the summer, but never seen you. At the age of 15, I say “not afraid, I also have” the moment in the fall, since these years will be doomed eternally. At that time your eyes have I do not understand the light, you said, after we have a lot to go to the future, there are a lot of people we want to see, there are many to go away. Five years later, now I go to a lot of places you want to go, see a lot of people you want to see, and walk away from you. You said, with ten years of time, from 15 to 25 years old, you will have to wear all the time thorns, come to me, only to marry my wife. Now, I have to use ten years to forget you, will no longer miss you. These years, I refused and another person together, refused to vigorous youth, eyes watch it never flowers will be an instant wither. I would rather be a person to bear the memories you have left me, I do not want to have people broke into my world, you know, I like quiet, simple.

 

Through a lot of strange road, but also by many of the city, I stand in the wind, I can’t hear my voice, time tells me, every time I walk by a party, I’m far from you. When I decided to use ten years to forget you, I know I’ve lost you forever, forever. You don’t remember the words will lower the head girl now has grown into rational, cheerful girl, the soft weak weak always being bullied girl now fraternizing with the a group of men and women, that always glum wound spring Beiqiu paper self pity self blame the girl now have been trained sarcastic tit for tat rational female silence freely. You don’t remember me, I don’t know what I’m now. When I walk through all the places you want to go, wait for me to come to the end of ten years, and so I go to the beginning of the age of 25. I know I will not be your new mother, this life, you will never marry me. Remember or the green time of high school life, I always so naive as to think, I must quickly quickly grow up, grow up to be like your wife. But now, after a lapse of several years, I still can feel to covered  a layer of dust on the wound still in implicitly pain, just the thought of. Three years ago, you married her to his wife, but she is not me. You don’t look back, so you can’t see my sadness can be killed, pain to the bottom of my heart. I silently cried and jumped into the sea, without a trace of echo.

“Betrayal” or Trust

 

Life is like a game, even if it’s not going to stick to it, it’s going to play. Youth is the only feel at ease and justified torture each other, we will own youth selfish to forget the world. All say that one’s life to do something do not have nothing to do, but only after doing nothing to know what is suitable for their future for the struggle to do.

Time can forget, that’s just the experience of my shell; time not to forget, that is the heart of their own experience, pain of insight. We always feel that others are good, it is because I do not believe they can be so good. The real meaning of the feeling is that: either finished that their own cool, or say that you have a good time with you.

Both lack of that one will be a failure of emotion. Sometimes I feel powerless, the harder I work, the more, because, the harder it is to find out the dream of their own. Growing pains is that there are some things you can not accept, but must go to. Don’t ask your partner to be perfect, because you don’t need to be perfect.

Some things in mind for a long time, will be forgotten; some people in the heart for a long time, it will be lost. So not regrets, not only in the heart, but with action to the heart. We are not too difficult to be defeated, but because they are not recognized and gradually lose the face of difficult heart.

Some things are not to get the rare, but to get the only to find that it is not suitable for their own. I in the dark find a glimmer of comfort, but forgot when Li Ming and no or no, comfort is not real comfort. Memory is a happy thing, but also need to recall memories, need to remind you of the past has passed the trail.

If we can not find, then we take what memories, memories we have passed. We all want to make a sacrifice for his people, only to find, and gave himself for just wishful thinking on their own can be done, and for him we forget our homes is not always to the others.

I carelessly let you break my heart. Always like to chat with friends, chat chat once the mood, now the true status of the future, be in high and vigorous spirits. Because, in the chat, I can know how to become what I want to be myself, and now I have been myself.

Fine such as hair emotion may be we ignore, but the static under heart to will find, it has been in affects our hearts. Two wrongs don’t necessarily positive, like a proud conceited person will not conceited capital, only never becoming conceited conceited person is strong in this era.

Each end is for the next start; and every time the beginning is destined to end. In the dream, the reality of the idea appeared repeatedly, that perhaps is the most real idea. We have a lot of unfair evaluation, for example, always feel that the “back” is a retreat, even if the success is not brilliant, but always think “the former Road” is a kind of brave, even if the failure is great.

In fact, this is a person even if the failure can be in the right and self-confident sad. We are always defeated by the illusory, the fate of a fate, let us give up how many of the things we can fight for.

Sometimes blindly believe in yourself, perhaps the biggest mistake, try to betray yourself, go against the first heart, let yourself go back to the original point, ask yourself what you want. We are very simple, even if you want to give up, but also to have a commitment.

The other shore Flowers ,A fleeting

 

The eaves like cliff, wind chimes as the sea, I am waiting for the swallow. Time is scheduled to play an accident, you quietly go away. The story is outside the city, the fog is not open, can not see the dialogue. You can’t hear it, the wind does not exist, is I in regrets. ——Signature

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Red gradually old, fleeting as to, when years gradually blurred the dust laden memory, remember that year Campanula flowers bloomed. At that time, the young, the first time to open, you break the glass of my youth, in my heart to leave you light footsteps, when turned away, it is full of scars. Poke memory of fog, looked at the back of your grace in the wind smart, all over the flowers of the season dance, you with a smile, hundred flatters bliss, you henceforth no longer, I am crazy heart absolutely, want to be with you in the fate of sansei stone sinking sleep. So a casual, I will fall in. I love flowers, bloomed, but I can not see the flowers. As if every flower is your clear face, indulge in the wind, and each array of flowers, have poisoned my heart. I want to escape, but could not help the tears flow, so I used to sit in the mountainside flowers, watching the sunset, watch the world noisy, see world of mortals die. When the impression, is that I miss you, or me, is unable to scream. Unbridled is full of wind blowing, but don’t go blowing my sorrow; relentless rain is full of, can take away my attachment; every volt in the window Tingyu are like a piece of sounds of nature, like I V at the piano, listen to you for I played the nocturne reminds us to love, time and again to listen to, a tear flow. Rain is numerous, the hometown of old trees deep, I in the bleak season, tell love your fate: Pilate years Jun cardamom, I dance spoon, Xiangshiyixiao, I hold your predestined relationship three; this greengage wither, bamboo, old, love to the depths, who promise who the end of time?

 

The windows ill bells flickered like glass landing and harsh, scattered everywhere is my broken heart. Who is playing a lute with the east wind broken, with beautiful music touched my heart? Every note is I think your heart, into the full Shufeng bell, mottled green age. Pink and white flowers were blossoming is my past life memory – that a white girl of inciting the angel wings, dreamy, fuzzy I clear eyes, each petal fall is I love your throbbing. I’m gradually getting used to at night rewind, in the lonely song, slowly a person is lonely surrounded, so I began to miss your face, miss smiles, your fingers gentle with my heart. Your hair like snow, beautiful parting; I smile became crazy, the old waiting; I use the humble candle lit the Sansheng is eternal, only for you a sentence: my long hair and waist, it constantly. I waited in tung tree, I hope this world is romance, but when I am unable to wait for you, and where? Some people say, life is five hundred times in exchange for this life pass by, and I half talent Bo you deeply into a magic. I laughed, life I don’t believe in fate, until met you that satisfies the fear without a; I laugh, laugh at my life uninhibited love, until you lose, the heart began to hurt. Also want to under the Fuji mountain accompany you to see the cherry blossoms dancing, your emotional tears is the early hours of the morning dew, turned into a stream, moisture Manshan flowers. In the howling winter cold, you put a wisp of windbreaker, hug you in the harbor, so you see I laughed, as if pure fragrant garden not enemy smiled at you. I began to see that moment, deep engraved youth, beautiful love. “Feeling to the depths of the people who love to the poor, the vicissitudes of life,” the feeling is not know, but the feeling to the depths, to know the sad farewell. That season, you have to go, in a thousand miles away, I send you away. The deep lane, you come from the rain, with our whisper, poetic sorrow. Held under the umbrella of loneliness, I look at you Speechless choke. Turn left, the rain flooded my eyes, when I look back, no place, still lights.

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I have been drifting for a long time, so as to take people beloved, crisp, people pain etc.. So gradually I began to like to write a novel, trying to describe our fetters into words, each word portray my thoughts, every sentence of my care. I used to write in the window, the light ink flow into a war, across the hills, across your ear. Then I began to look forward to, when the years old, love is no longer, I remember your face, a drop of pure intoxicating. I was in mortal procumbens,  make your life without regret; on the bridge side, your life and etc. Half of the city smoke dust, on time, memories of gaunt face not wasting memory. I opened the ancient time box, can’t stop time, hourglass, so in this season Campan ula flowers. I’ll your throbbing fleeting.

Forget that moment, after all the four seasons like song

 

The heart is changeable. Feelings, is the sex. In the end, all have their own destiny, all things are life, nothing from people. And those that fly, or stop to remember, Will not be absolute symbol of happiness. They think, happy, different posture and expression of grief, only their own past. I was thinking, why, in that little youth. There will be so persistent and the like what go all lengths——Signature

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A fairy tale, there is no sorrow, no suffering, no end, in the most innocent of a way, elegant life, happy. All the beautiful word, are written in the spring on the screen, meanders, like the summer moon. The wind blow, you will smell the fragrant season. Light, shallow sincere, gentle, happy. Do not want to be pitied, don’t want to be a special treat, just too humble.

The young have its own proud, but I have learned to put down this proud, have learned to life mention the corners of the mouth looked up at the praise, praise good.

Often thought of, but can only be in the moonlight, but only in the moonlight. Feelings may be water quality, transparent and fragile. Standing on the edge of the water, think of a way.

Beam and lonely dialogue. If, each encounter, are in the right time, so, is not it will not happen? Therefore Believe in a car, a car to verify. Or in one’s field of solo, or lose courage in unilateral chase. Also he said, do not love。

Need reason, love does not need impulse. So, when you leave, you will always keep a beautiful excuse.

Some things, is a lifetime of time can not forget, because can not be born again. Some things that need to be used in a lifetime to forget, because for him to recall.

Forget that moment, after all the four seasons like song. Should not be as happy as the end of the fairy tale?

 

If you are safe, I will lay down my love

See pretrial romantic night listening to that window Chanmian Acacia turn, Xinhai madly love lead you to write, let red infatuation piece of language, a wind loose distant if the king safe and sound in the distance I will put aside Acacia Tianya traces——Signature

Your charming eyes under the red smile, is my life the most beautiful picture seen. You hurry Frence leave, let I can not find any excuse. Every lonely night in the rain, the falling rain dripping with my reluctant heart, brought about by the wind out of the window in the ear piercing thoughts, I want to hug a wisp of think dream, we wake up time but a return to you thousands of melancholy. Cause lingering Acacia, lonely in love with affection, miss the heart gentle you every day and every hour of the day or night, the slightest Miss dream, piece of mind sees in the dream, the dream in the dream are endless thoughts, not finished sad sorrow. I thought that the memory has gone with the years, I think I have to move you from the memory, I think I have to forget you from the time, however, in each of the night, the wind out of the wind and once again to ask my love, revealing my sadness. If time can flow backwards, if love can repeat itself, I would like to make myself more into play. Because of you, I am willing to be a supporting role, as long as you can set off, because you, I am willing to be an audience, even if only quietly watching you, appreciate your beauty; because you, I would like to become a traveler in your life, and then, to go seriously, to use the best time in this life to interpret it, even if only a moment of good memory.

Love at first sight, win at the time, also lost in time. Struggling on the edge of the missing, alone in the care of the tail hanging, this life, it seems that we are bound to have a kind of distance. Love is so beautiful, but only become we have memories, agreed to abandon, already can not find traces of any past. Is there a place where you can be familiar with the feeling of a more familiar? Is there a day will remind you of a special person? And is there a song make you think singing is your story? Time has already let me remember the antecedents, but memories let me forget the consequences. Years of wind blew leaves of memory, but it does not take away that we had better, I think, this probably is the fate of my last visited. You have said that you can pretend to be strong when you are weak. You can pretend to be brave when you are afraid. You can pretend to smile when you are sad..

Time is so beautiful, so beautiful, and now think you have become a luxury thing. I think I was lucky, otherwise how will meet warm warm you. I think I was sad, or how can you lose love. I think I’m stupid, or how can easily let go of your hand, let you become prosperous years of brilliant memory. Perhaps love is very difficult, can be in the tens of millions of people to meet the heart of you, what kind of luck. May not love is not difficult, but this life met you, you can not forget. It turned out that life is not going to be played back, when you want to go back and see what happens, time has not allowed. It turned out that love is not a repeat of the past, when you want to go back to the past to cherish a person, time will not compromise on you.

Life tells me more than once, not the beginning of each story is tender, nor is it the end of every story, but it is a blessing and a warm thing. And this life, I can meet you, is a willing adventure. If time is meant to be, then I don’t need to talk about separation. Time in a hurry, the years will not stay, you never know who you will meet, but before this, please take care of yourself, to strive to become a better person, so you can be qualified to meet the people who have been to this life. A brilliant flower, a beautiful encounter, thank you once the tender all my time. Once I of love is too much pursuit, now I already have, only wish you in the distance can be safe, so I will put aside to Acacia, henceforth Tianya roaming.