A grateful heart

A grateful heart

 

Most of the time, often with a thankful heart, devotion to all who know and do not know me. They have given me a reminds, a smiling, love, enough to let me live deeply emotional aftertaste.
Four years ago, a maple bloodstained autumn, I am frustrated on the political, anddo business with people cheated, life suddenly fell to the bottom. On a cold night, Ileft my home, came to present the city, in the heart of the trauma will always be mydream every night is sorrowful pain. The city accepted me, is everything this city tohold me, let me renewed confidence in life, gave me a side venture of the sky again.Slowly, I have my own circle of life, friends would be more mutual understanding each other, are going all out to help, ultimately only a current career.
So, going through life‘s ups and downs, after the pain of his wife, many ordinary days, static often took to the sense of moving out. I know this love is sincere, is to offer to the world, always ultimately there will be some setback in life, and what happens in the world. But as this hot feelings, let my heart always turbulent ups and downs,always feels like the Sun is shining, insisted on going on the road of life.
Although early right now or starting a business, but one can settle down on their own efforts, a friend‘s help, I think more is often the truth of this world gave me a lotof warmth. This Thanksgiving will always be with me forever.
I want to thank my friends, friendship broke up the darkest moment of my life, longlife cold warm my heart; I would also like to thanks all the people love me in different ways, let me walk the hard road of life, leading me to clear homes.
Feelings of gratitude, Thanksgiving was real Wen Ai world, warm hearts!
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Lily’s story

Lily‘s story
I don’t remember the boy‘s way, and I don’t know his name, he never told me. I don’t know what to do now, he grew up in, remember that summer, but I still remember.
The crowd bustling, dusty streets, I have a small flower shop. Grew up I on dream with himself has a between glass spent housing, heap full color fun of spent, Sun through spotless of glass as came in, most important of, I to in spent housing of Central, Sun in, put a Zhang wood of small Roundtable, then with a simple of no decorative of glass spent bottled full a vase of white lily, and now, I on sat in a House spent of middle, afternoon of Sun are as in Lily spent Shang.
I note the boy some time, almost every week, he will come, lie on the glass to see Lily, his mouth half open, obsessed with eyes, I‘ve never seen a boy looked at the flowers so focused. Most boys to buy flowers are roses and baby’s breath, go pay the money spent, and not even see one eye. But he was a long time with the kind of concentration and even some loving eyes looking at me Lily, I could not help but to pay attention to him.
He spent a long time, I will smile to see him in the store, but he never looked away too. Until one day, I walked out of the store to greet him, and he jumped, ran, disappearing into the crowd. Then he hasn’t been for a long time, I regret, in the mood, asif you had accidentally trodden carefully pile up a child‘s Sand Castle.
One day in the summer, he walked into my shop, red face does not speak, as if gathering courage, about my smile made him feel at ease, he finally said that how muchmoney? I told has he, that when Lily also not as now as over are is, is is expensive of a spent, and he also not as is a body has many pocket money of children, so I on from vase in taking a branch handed to he, didn’t thought he rush to put hands back to behind, also back has a step, he see with I, said: “I don’t. However, you can let mework here, I don’t want your money, just...... he looked spent. I have never used a laborer, this is my dream, no guests when I like a person who quietly spent, but I readily agreed with him.
He works very hard, but not much experience, even though I gave him a pair of gloves, he often rose tied his hands, often speckled scars on his arm. Sometimes busy, he would see, I took a bunch of flowers in a jumble of sticks out. I have to say, he is avery quiet boy, silent as his age.
Once I caught sight of him standing next to the small round table, a wave of ecstaticlook on his face, a hand reaches out, like trying to touch the lily, his fingers are long,gently forward, several times to meet spending and drew back. I whispered: you cantouch, not feeling bad. He startled, very embarrassed to run to one side to find another job, for a long time, he suddenly said, really like her spent. Who?I and myclassmates. His face was red.
One day he didn’t come until late the next day, half of his face is swollen, stuffy to me saying: sorry, my dad locked me home yesterday and managed to come out today. Floating with tears in his eyes, no more explanation, but I can imagine what kindof situation, I could not help but pity from the heart, and said to him: you don’t come and it doesn’t matter, I’m going to give you flowers. He said loudly: no, no, I have to finish this summer. Then he came to his work very erratically, and sometimescan not come for several days, as always, are wound on his body. I love him, he is often asked if he wanted me to go and explain, I could give him some money to givehome pay, but he always refused, he said: this is my business, my own things.
Finally arrived on the last day of summer vacation, that it was very dark, the rain blowing in the air, the morning he dressed neatly in my shop, help me to work until this afternoon, I put all my lilies together, roots with wet cotton wrapped with cellophane and a beautiful white satin ribbon tie. He looked at me, eyes glistening, waiting forme to give him a bunch of flowers, he‘s excited face, it took a long time, I closed myeyes, I can see it. When the rain outside is already very big, I see him hunched over, loving flowers, walked away in the rain, I had to say a frustrated, remember when I was young, who faint, always will be, but never say it has in mind. I was thinking: that Ihad never seen the girl, really happy.
He came again the next day, I asked him: give flowers to her? His face is the happiness of quiet, nodded, shook his head and said, I put it in front of her house. I amvery surprised, he used such a difficult summer for flowers, was not personally in herhand, he could see that I was startled and said low: in fact, I have never spoken with her.
I think I can understand his feelings, because I have less years. Later, I have not seenhim, but I often wondered, if he would always remember the summer, white lilies inthe summer, there is, the girl who got to spend, whether life will commemorate those lilies with sweet gratitude. My flowers in the House, there are the small round table, clear glass, I‘ve never been into other flowers, only Lily.  

Faith is a seed

Faith is a seed

 

One year, a United Kingdom expeditions into an area of the Sahara desert, in the vast sand Sea Trek. Sun, flying and sand like the fried red iron General, head of the expedition faces. Thirsty hot, burningall the water is gone. At this time, Captain of the expedition took a pitcher, said: there is a pot of water, but before crossing the desert, one can drink.
A pot of water, became the source of faith through the desert, has become the target survival hopes. Water bottles in the hands of players passed, that heavy feeling ofthe players on the verge of despair on his face and look determined came. Finally, the expedition stubbornly out of the desert, out of the hand of death. Everyonecried, with a trembling hand unscrew the pot supportflow slowly out of the waterfor their spirit, was a pot full of sand!
Under the scorching sun, the vast desert, really saved them, and where is that a potof sand? Their persistent belief, have as a seed take root in their hearts, ultimately led them out of the desperateFine jewelry reading network ergjewelry.com
In fact, life never really desperate. No matter how much hard, no matter how muchsuffering, as long as a person‘s heart with a faith seed, then one day, he can get out of trouble, let life come to fruition.
Life is like this, as long as the seed is, hope is in.

And warm memories

And warm memories

 

I stand at the door, watching the neighbors children out of their home, happily run to school, at first glance like the morning dew, bright flashes in the mist. Empty streets a few minutes ago, suddenly becomes colorful. Tinkling in the children‘s bags chink, sneakers with baggy wore, her lips still has residual milk. Now it is 8:30 A.M., dayschool life began.
16 years ago, no matter to me than taking the kids to school more enjoyable to me,and as keen as I am on the daily rituals of the world‘s father may be numbered. Most of my neighbors or by 8:30 A.M. on the subway or sitting at my desk and start theday hard work. Many of them are there for children face changing, there‘s no need for the daughter‘s hair, do not need to check that the child is brought together in school supplies. In this regard, they may be secretly happy. And I, when preparing for the children as a most enjoyable time in the day, see school as a favoritedestination.
I cherish this morning walking time: hold the child‘s hand, youran to me deeply, enchanted kindergarten. Meet the kids in the garden is a 15pound rabbit, ears for SAG, two song sweet Canary, a barrel looks set to become a frog, tadpole, a cylinder, and colorful tropical fish swimming, and affable teacher. On one wall of the room iswarm and cozy fireplace, next to the rocking chair and a big shelf almost to the ceiling. Another area is preparing for some future artists placed crayons and art supplies. Talent first little architects and engineers can be arbitrarily piling up here confine themselves to future botanists in the garden in little glasses just to sprout peanuts and beans.
Really don’t want to leave this vibrant world: Sun through the wide glass down, children‘s laughter fills the entire space. Revealing fresh in every corner, every minute there are amazing discoveries. I would like to get new skills, new ideas and new sensations. But the school bell will ring, the teacher would put the students up to a. Children‘s family also do the final care and guidance, well buckle the child wasn’t wrong button again, and then reluctantly walked away. I want to stay there, watched the children discuss the weather and face when the world is full of curiosity.
I reluctantly moved out of the classroom, near the back of the home, began their work. Whole blocks seem drab, still boring. In a fixed period of time, some children would rush to the playground, manufacture up to half an hour of confusion. I used to sit at a desk, attentively listening to the noise of moving, pondering over the samerestlessness of childhood.
3 o’clock in the afternoon, the tide is again higher up in the morning, open the heavy door of the school. First rushed out of the larger children. They flood to the sidewalk. The boys shouting, catch up with racing; girls expect to hand in hand, chirp, andoccasionally to the boys showed some disdain and some inquiring eyesReplica yellow gold love bracelet
After a few minutes, the youngest children are easily opened the door, looking around, looking to pick up their family.
5 year old daughter saw me, flew into my arms like a butterfly. This action leads meto after years of thought, and it is this I fell in love with the feeling of separation andreunion. Her in my arms to hang for a while, break, school backpacks and a rub crumpled notice handed to me, asking if I could make her friend Bailey home to play. Then, after a brief bargaining with the Bailey‘s mother, two the same age girl walkedaway hand in hand, the rest of the afternoon to the refreshments and they never got tired of the game. And I, accelerated through the colorful children, between a surrounded by swarms of small fish like large whales, enjoying this vibrant group of kidscompany.

A strange experience of a tour guide MM

A strange experience of a tour guide MM
I was in Beijing, the stem travel for seven years, when the university entrance exam is Bei Wai small language, after don’t like to sit in the office, the resignation of then dry the tour guide, my major is Malay, Indonesian, natural also Southeast Asian guests.
Actually wealthy people in Southeast Asia or in our Chinese majority, visitors to play, ethnic Chinese account for more than half, have an interest in their culture and history of the motherland, came to Beijing in addition to the five most famous attractions, basically half of the Malay regiment and 1 / 3 the Indonesian delegation to go to Chengde, after some experience in the past few years, to Chengde group I is to push and push, in fact, Charest several guides not willing to go to Chengde, in addition to several boys in no way — they went to Chengde can with the driver high, travel agency cost savings.
Say so much nonsense, we have to ask, what is the hotel Chengde, Chengde’s friends have to shoot me, you do not worry about me.
Go to Chengde in general we live two contract Hotels: Ys and ll. I live more ys, ll’s story is to listen to talk about the peer.
In 2002 for the first time I went to Chengde, when Jingcheng high speed has not been fixed, road into the store and the delay time, our group to local is already at 10:30 p.m., after dinner, accompany with us to stay at the hotel, presumably 12:30 midnight. I was dead tired, the allocation of tasks given to accompany, seated himself on the sofa in the lobby while the rest, while watching porter from the car luggage. And general hotel, the lobby door has an automatic revolving door, and a common double glass door, luggage away turnstiles very troublesome, must have come to open the glass door. Glass door is a certain weight, we all have common sense, generally we want to push the door to about a right angle position, the door will be fixed, open to both sides. The bellboy get finished all the baggage, the cart, I happened to glance at the gate of one eye, suddenly saw in without any external force and wind, the glass door incredibly slow slowly opened, and reached a maximum angle, the.
At that time I did not react, but also silly ran to the door to look, what is nature did not see. ewelry online wholesale and retail stores ergjewelry.com
That night, and our driver is to accompany the couple to sing, anyway does not go back to the hotel, at that time I was not happy, because the next day would also like to go back to Beijing, in case of fatigue driving out of the thing to do. I dragged my tired two legs back to my room.
The room is not new and old, local four certainly with no more than Beijing, although known as quasi star, bath shower curtain is yellow. Turn on the TV, draw the curtains, and open the water. Wash out later discovered that just opened a good TV, into a snow screen, no way, turn off the TV quickly go to sleep, the second day will also go to Mountain Resort.
About 3:00, slept in a dazely, I suddenly in a thin voice sober come —- that voice is like the shower gently in the bathroom of humming, intermittent, is a woman’s voice.
At that time, I am a Jiling wake up, the first reaction is see the phone a few points, if the next guest bed bath, I overslept. Phone display seems to be 3:20, at the same time the rise of a scare me, TV do not know when to open, a piece of snow. People may think I should first see the TV, in fact, I was 450 degrees of myopia, the contact lenses are basically a semi blind, I sleep when they open corridor lights.
At that time the song also disappeared, I was strange how to open the TV, but because it is too difficult, but also not too concerned about.
In the twinkling of an eye at dawn, I just went to the restaurant saw several of the guests gather in together very excitedly say what, this group of guests is Malaysia, the Chinese will Chinese. There are six Malay Muslim, only English and Malay. They saw me in the past, it rushes round to come over, originally the Malays in get up at four o’clock in the church, see the dirty things.
Malay a day to do five times a week, the earliest time is early morning 45 points, the aunt said, the moment she finished in the first knock up, see a woman in front of her and walked past, exactly said is floating in the past. I felt not Kaopu, that Aunt head towards the next time is too long, a bit dizzy dishes, comforted her two, aunt a Jin said Allahuakbar, is probably Allahu Akbar! What, also said that the next time will not come back to the hotel the
At this time there are several Chinese guests also said feeling stood by the bedside person. I felt these people xiaqihong, that the hotel is not good to call a spade a spade, gave me these bizarre, in order to avoid me and went down to the lobby, then see the local guide and driver is coming back.
To accompany is a big sister, saw me and asked, how did you sleep, I said yes ah, that is, the guests all right thing to find, so he took the guests in the restaurant and I said the words and studied once more.
Sister to Staveley, said: “this is not afraid of you, we ask you to sing, sleep in the KTV than here”. Drivers also chimed in with: “for the first time to call you to follow the master, life and death also not to, like I wanted to take advantage of you like, this scared by it?!”
At that time, I was a little, just a dry year, also do not feel how, think they want to tease me to play to frighten me, but such a thing with my second sequence three times to Chengde occurred again.