Dewdrops One day, God asked them to choose to make any kind of substance. They said that they did not have the mind to embrace hundreds of rivers and the spirit of huge waves. So they did not choose the sea. Nor did they have the speed to leap thousands of miles. The courage to cross mountains and ridges? So they did not choose to be a long river. And the reason why they chose to make dewdrops is because it condenses God’s love for all things. Early morning? Something shiny on the grass? Green grass? Two long leaves? One small leaf? A drop of crystal dew hanging from the tips of the long leaves? It's like the sweat emitted by the grass as it grows vigorously. Beads are also like the sweat beads on the faces of peasant uncles when they are working in the fields under the scorching sun. So crystal clear? Maybe this is a masterpiece of nature? Let them nourish all things? Break them into a molecule? Molecule by molecule? Mobilize them into the air? Let them hang on the grass tips, leaves, petals? Use The small flowers, grass, and trees suddenly became pleasing to the eye and charming, as if they were wearing strings of crystal necklaces to welcome the birth of the sun. A drop of dew is like a period of life. Even if it is a drop of dew, he must strive not to be stained. He should devote himself to nourishing the vegetation and not letting himself be "empty, stained with dust, and weeping in sorrow." The sun rises? They have disappeared without a trace. Maybe they rose to heaven along the rays of sunshine? Thus forming the elegant clouds above our heads, adding life to the blue sky? Maybe it was the breeze just now that sent them away one after another? to yesterday That place at night? Let them wait for the next mission? Maybe they want to escape the impetuous and noisy dust of people? Fly into the distance like migratory birds? Disappear in the sky? Travel farther and farther? Although the dewdrops fly away quietly? But their brilliance is still engraved in my heart. They always come and go silently, leaving no traces and taking away no dust. There is no brilliance and no brilliance. But are they using their hearts to nourish all things in the world? Do they condense the tranquility, purity, and kindness of the world? They also condense God’s full love for all things? Dewdrops? Fraternity often reminds me of that person, maybe sometimes just because he has lost his talent. Will you cherish it? When that person is still around, don't you think it is so important? Only when it disappears do you realize that you have lost not only a friend, but a person who understands yourself? It was that person who comforted me when I was sad. ?Is it that person who gives me support when I am lonely? Is it that person who quietly cheers me up behind my back when I am discouraged? Is it that person who stays by my side and prays silently when I am suffering from illness? Maybe it is my inner guilt that is at work? Stirring up the memory of that person. Sometimes I think you are more optimistic? Your optimism makes me envious. The pace of the mid-term exam is passing by quietly, and the pace of the final exam has followed. I can't help but feel a little worried, afraid that my efforts will turn into dust. Flying farther and farther with the breeze. But that person said with a bad smile, "Learning is like planting flowers. As long as you are willing to water it every day, there will be no flowers that will not blossom. Although there will be ups and downs, there will always be a rainbow after the storm. In fact, failure does not mean failure." Not scary? What’s scary is that you are unwilling to face it. Face the last failure, right? Suya? The last failure was just a small setback? It can’t stop your determination to make progress? Come on? Let’s work together Work hard to create a future that belongs to us... Sometimes I think you are crazy, but I will never forget what you said. I have been holding on to it. It has been a year since we said goodbye, but the scene of "shaking the earth and weeping ghosts and gods" still appears in front of my eyes. The flowers and plants are still blooming that night, and I have not stepped on them. Accusing you? Everything was calm, but I didn't expect you to come to me to apologize. I was woken up by the sound of a cell phone ringing just as I was sleeping. I heard bursts of cheers as soon as I pressed the call button. I felt a little confused. But when I was about to speak, someone else spoke... Sorry to bother you so late. Is it Su Ya? I was a little confused when I heard this. Yes, you are.
I'm the one who hurt you the most. I'm watching Mayday's concert now. Mayday just said: People who have hurt you should face it bravely. Show humility to that person. Send your most sincere apology to