We're just getting started.
This is just beginning
"We are reading the first section of the first chapter of a book with unlimited pages ..."
"We are reading the first line of the first chapter of a book, and the number of pages in this book is infinite ..."
I don't know who wrote these words, but I always like to use them to remind myself that the future can be created by ourselves. We can grasp the mysterious and hazy future and shape anything we can imagine from it, just like a sculptor carves a statue from an unformed stone.
I don't know who wrote it, but I like this sentence very much. It reminds us that the future is created by ourselves. We can shape the mysterious and unknowable future into anything we imagine, just as a sculptor carves an unformed stone into a statue.
We are all in the position of farmers. If we plant a good seed, we will have a good harvest. If our seeds are poor and full of weeds, we will harvest useless crops. If we plant nothing, we will reap nothing.
Each of us is like a farmer. Sowing good seeds will lead to a good harvest, and sowing bad seeds or overgrown weeds will ruin the harvest. If you don't work hard, you will get nothing.
I hope the future will be better than the past. I don't want it to be polluted by mistakes and mistakes full of history. We should all care about the future, because that's where we spend the rest of our lives.
I hope that the future will be better than the past, and I hope that the future will not be contaminated with historical mistakes and mistakes. We should all look forward, because the rest of our lives will be written in the future.
The past is gone, and it is still. Nothing we can do can change it. The future is in front of us, full of vitality. Everything we do will affect it. As long as we realize that new fields will appear every day, whether at home or at work. In every field of human efforts, we have just begun to make progress.
The past is gone, as still as water; We can't make any more changes. And the future ahead is full of vitality; Everything we do will affect it. As long as we are aware of this, whether at home or at work, a new world will unfold before us every day. We stand at the starting point of progress in every field that mankind is committed to exploring.
Life is in your own hands.
Think about ... you! In all the past and future times, there has never been and never will be a person like you. You are unique in the history and future of the whole universe. Wow! Stop and think. You are one in a million, one in a billion, one in a trillion …
Imagine ... you! An unprecedented you, no matter in the past or in the future, there will be no one exactly like you. You are unique in history and in the universe. Wow! Think about it, you are one in a million, one in a billion, one in a trillion.
In the endless universe, you are unique! ! !
In the endless universe, you are unique! ! !
You're amazing! You are great! By the way, Tiger, it's you. You are already great, and you can be better. Beautiful young people are the whimsy of nature, while beautiful old people are real works of art. But you won't become "beautiful" just because of the aging process.
You're amazing! You are outstanding! Yes, that's you. You are already great, you are excellent, and you can be better. Beautiful young people are the whimsy of nature, while beautiful old people are masterpieces of art. But you won't naturally become "beautiful" because you get old.
True beauty comes from learning, growing and loving in life. This is the art of living. You can learn slowly by waiting for life to happen to you, sometimes it will be painful. Or you can choose to accelerate your growth and deliberately devour life and all it has to offer. You are an artist who paints the future with today's brush.
True beauty comes from learning, growing and loving in life. This is the art of living. You can leave your fate to your fate and learn slowly. Sometimes it may be painful. Or maybe you can choose to accelerate your growth and deliberately squander life and everything it provides. You are an artist who paints the future with today's brush.
Draw a masterpiece.
Draw a masterpiece!
God gave every bird food, but he didn't throw it into their nest. No matter where you want to go or what you want to do, it's entirely up to you.
God gave the birds food, but he didn't throw it into their nests. No matter where you want to go, no matter what you want to do, it is you who really make the decision.
Three hours in the sun
"... I am very rich. Even without money, I have sunny days and summer days." -henry david thoreau.
"... although I am not rich in the world, I have countless sunny days and summer days. -henry david thoreau.
When Thoreau wrote this sentence, he thought of Walden Lake. The pond he knew when he was a child.
When writing this sentence, Thoreau thought of Walden Lake when he was a child.
The woodcutter and the iron horse have not greatly damaged the beauty of their settings. A boy can go to the pond, lie on his back and drift lazily from one coast to another, while loons dive around him and swallows dive around him. Thoreau likes to recall such sunny days and summer days. "Doing nothing at that time was the most attractive and productive thing."
At that time, loggers and trains had not seriously damaged the beautiful scenery of the lake. The little boy can go to the lake and lie on the boat. Slowly drifting from shore to shore, there are birds swimming and swallows flying. Thoreau likes to recall such sunny days and summer days. "Laziness is the most fascinating and productive thing!"
I am also a boy who falls in love with the pond. It is sunny and hot in summer. Sunshine and summer remain the same, but the boy and the pond have changed. The boy has grown up and doesn't have much time to loiter any more. The pond has been swallowed up by a big city. The swamp where herons used to haunt has now dried up and houses are everywhere. The bay where water lilies float quietly has now become a harbor for motorboats. In short, everything a boy loves is gone-except in a man's memory.
I used to be a little boy who loved lakes and ponds and had countless sunny days and summers. Now the sunshine and summer are still the same, but the boy and the pond have changed. The boy has grown up and no longer has so much time to go boating on the lake. And lakes and ponds have also been merged by big cities. The swamp where herons used to feed has now dried up and houses are everywhere. A lake bay where water lilies float quietly. Now it is a safe haven for motorboats. In short, everything that boys love no longer exists-it only stays in people's memories.
Some people insist that only today and tomorrow are important. But if we really live by this rule, how poor we will become! Many things we do today are trivial and useless, and will soon be forgotten. Many things that we hope to do tomorrow have not happened.
Some people insist that only today and tomorrow are important, but how pitiful we will be if we really live according to this! Many things we do today are in vain and will soon be forgotten. Many things that we expected to do tomorrow never happened.
The past is the bank where we store our most valuable assets: memories that give us meaning and depth in life.
It used to be a bank. We cherish our most precious possession-memory. Memory gives us the meaning and depth of life.
Those who truly cherish the past will not lament the passing of good times, because the days remembered in memory will never pass away. Death itself can't make the voice in memory still or erase the smile in memory. For a grown-up boy, there is a pond where time and tide will not change, where he can still spend a quiet hour in the sun.
Those who truly cherish the past will not lament the passing of the good old days. Because the time hidden in memory will never be lost. Death itself cannot stop the sound in memory, nor can it erase the smile in memory. For the boy who has grown up now, there will be a lake that will not be changed by time and tide, so that he can continue to enjoy quiet time in the sun.
Four on dust and beams, dust and beams.
Strangely, our own faults seem to be much lighter than those of others. I think the reason is that we know all the circumstances that lead to them, so we try to forgive ourselves and others. We turn our attention away from our own shortcomings. When we are forced to consider them by unfortunate events, we find it easy to forgive them. As far as I know, we are doing the right thing; They are a part of us, and we must accept the good and the bad together.
However, when we judge others, we judge others not according to our true appearance, but according to our own image. We have abandoned everything that offends our vanity or tarnishes our reputation in the eyes of the world. Give a trivial example: how contemptuous we are when we find someone lying; But who can say that he never told one person, but a hundred?
There are not many choices between men. They are all a mixture of greatness and smallness, goodness and evil, nobility and lowliness. Some people have stronger personalities or more opportunities, so they can play their instincts more freely in a certain way, but potentially they are the same. As far as I am concerned, I don't think I am better or worse than most people, but I know that if I write down every action in my life and every thought that flashes through my mind, the world will think I am an evil monster. Recognizing that these fantasies are shared by all people, one should be encouraged to be tolerant of oneself and others. If they can make us look at our companions with humor, even the most outstanding and respected ones, if they can make us not take ourselves too seriously, that's good.
Dust and pillars
Surprisingly, compared with the faults of others, our own faults are often not so hateful. I think the reason is that we know everything that leads to our mistakes, so we can try to forgive our mistakes, while others can't. We seldom pay attention to our shortcomings, and even when we are in deep trouble and have to face them squarely, we can easily forgive ourselves. As far as I know, we are doing the right thing. Shortcomings are part of ourselves, and we must accept our own good and bad.
But when we judge others, the situation is different. We don't judge others by our true selves, but by our self-image, and completely abandon anything in the world that will hurt our vanity or decency. Let's give a small example: how contemptuous we are when we realize that others are lying! But who can say he hasn't lied? Maybe more than a hundred times.
There is not much difference between people. They are a mixture of greatness and smallness, goodness and evil, nobility and vulgarity. Some people are more determined and have more opportunities, so they can give full play to their talents in one way or another, but the human potential is the same. As for myself, I don't think I am better or worse than most people, but I know that if I write down every move in my life and every thought that flashes through my mind, the world will regard me as an evil monster. Everyone will have such strange ideas, and this understanding should inspire us to tolerate ourselves and others. At the same time, if we can treat others with humor, even the best and most respectable people in the world, and don't take ourselves too seriously, it will be very beneficial.