There is a quiet life ZhiJing dust from better heart

In the life the most troubled a word: strife. The world's noise, the noise, friction, XianYuan, how treacherous,, is the result of the dispute. Giving himself and is divided, secret ambition, big interests against himself and is divided, petty gain, yesterday, today against himself and is divided, you also, I also against himself and is divided, chicken fly a dog to jump, completely, scramble to finally, originally KuoDa suddenly so far world, can only hold a selfish.

In the life, can have countless indisputable reason. Open-minded, do not get up; for some Gain and loss, not up for some looked; Reduce the target for some, not rise up; A light heart utilitarian, not up for some; Consider for others slightly more, not up for some... , but desire, and let every one of the deep grass fell on the lion, can't restrain.

For the power to hand, happiness disappeared; Reputation hand against, happy gone; To take unfair thing come against mind missing. That is, and you can rack your brains, deliberate, even against, not the hand of each happy, not happiness, not mind, just worry, pain, eternal, and was very weary body and mind.

Not bad? Even if it is for a little less, the seemingly important things had to put in place a put, you will find that the heart will became very wide, the world will suddenly become great. Also sings for this little, smiling face many, shaking hands, more aggressive, more sincere, warm, friendship, the more friends. In a word, the feeling be thick, meaning the thicker, and more. Noisy world, for an instant, all the noise and quiet silence all the dust.

Always remember, the country between SanSiYue, a yard spring flower flourishes, the plum flower is proud, spit fang put, purples, scrambling to contend. However, in the one horn of the desolate, always have a shot or a few needle mustard is best in SLATE, the effort alone, though it self-identify only a little yellow, appear alone, small and weak, lacklustre, but it is still part of the spring-small and indomitable spirit the part.

Yes, the world won't cherry. You don't have to struggle, life, only what is in the heart of the people desire frenzy, just have to tell on being.

Life is ZhiJing makes. British poet LanDeYou a poem wrote: I and who are indisputable who contend for me, and all despise; I love the nature, second is the art; My both hands and baked the fire of life heating; Withering fire, and I'm ready to go.