It is a beauty that once was written, the foundation in the heart, the blueprint of thinking, the words of deeds, the sunshine of mood, and the tender but endless memories, the companion of the road, and the destiny of fate.

When I was a child, my father said, "If you can't explain, then stick to your own patience and don't ask too much, because more words will lead to many deeds. Listening to the frequency of time and tuning the ups and downs of your thoughts, you can better help others. You can choose your direction, but you can't create an unforgettable journey for others."

When I was a child, my mother covered up my mistakes with a simple smile, and said, "If you can't change, you can't deal with the judgment of your thoughts and artificial analysis. If you cycle again, I can ignore it, but you will lose what you have, and you will not get some knowledge and deeds on the road that cannot belong to you."

When I was a child, my father said, "When people are on the road, don't be unfair, because there are more unknowns ahead. You cannot cover the heavy mood of your current sadness. Maybe the sad road will not only be hit this time, but next time if you can't deal with it, then the problems in this life will be cycled one after another, and you will not be able to choose the picture of your mood."

When I was a child, the mother and daughter looked at her clothes. I smiled, but she smiled directly at me and said, "You must remember that there is clothes outside the body, and there is a heart inside the body. Clothes can cover your skin. Expressions outside the heart, words and actions are your clothes. If you can only match the body coat, you cannot change the heart coat, just like a tree without skin and a flower without petals."

When I was a child, my father said, "The road is not always there, and the sound is always there. If you want to know how to recognize, you must learn to read. If you want to think about a thought, you must standardize the portrayal of your mood on the road. Pay attention to those words that belong to others and mark the appointment in your heart. The time of day is very limited, but you can pay a reading that belongs to three days, only think about the past three days, and then analyze it. In this way, you can cycle one after another every day, and you will feel that the people in time will be so small and the mood in words will be very thin."

When I was a child, there was no one at home, but I didn't know what to do. I kept shouting, "Dad" and "Mom" without anyone responding. When I saw my mother, she told me with sad eyes, "Child, you will grow up and there will be space for you. The materials for the house are our hearts and minds, accumulated time and superimposed on our lives. You can return to our home, but you can't find your own mood. One day your parents will take care of you. If you don't wait until we return today and you still haven't waited tomorrow, then don't forget the time you should eat and rest because of your sadness. The only thing you can't forget is to create a material that can sustain life."

Looking at my mother's eyes, my heart returned to its former peace, but let the expression of tears greet my father who was hiding beside me. He stepped forward and said, "A person has no future that cannot be accepted, only the present that he does not want to endure. Tears cannot represent everything, but all tears are gathered in many misalignments."

In this way, my mother walked into the kitchen. My father took me away from the big tree and said, "What can he say to this?" I walked forward and kicked me up one by one, but my father kicked me to the ground and said, "You have your expression, I have my efforts. You can deny my decision, but you can't make up for the sadness of the big tree." At this moment, I burst into tears and his words were heavier, "I planted the tree not to let you express hatred, but to let you express better efforts. You can choose

Go to irrigate water every day to let it grow, and then you can enjoy the coolness in the future. When you walk, if the tree is there and when it has leaves, you can let others enjoy the coolness. Although the tree is a plant, if you don’t irrigate and look for water, but keep cutting, then others will say something that does not belong to you, "Parents plant trees, children cut down, years write people, people talk about time." You can use your parents’ efforts to write your own picture, but you cannot use your own efforts to speak about your parents’ hard work."

I didn't know, my heart was puzzled, and walked away from my father's sight and came to my mother's side. Her smile wiped my tears, rubbed my eyelids, and said, "The kitchen is small, the world is big, everyone needs to eat and drink, live and rely on each other, never give up on each other, and make an appointment. If you want to become an adult, you must establish your own path. You can cry, but you must know why the tears are given, you can leave, but you must know the next itinerary. If you go wrong, it may infect many people. If you go right, it will help more people. People cannot express themselves in words, and their hearts need to prove it with deeds."

One bright morning, I smiled and went to read books and practice writing. My father said, "Can you explain the tears outside? Do you know the roots in the soil? My actions are very simple. I grabbed a handful of soil on the ground, then patted it on my chest, and gave a simple smile. My father said, "A soft action, simple covering, expressing, and changing many pictures. It may not be an easy thing to make people know, but it is even more difficult to make yourself understand. You must remember that people can change, the past cannot be modified, and the next time will change your mood, lies in your actions at this moment."

When I was a child, my mother watched the evening fall, and my sadness saw his smile. She said, "The scenery can be transformed, people can change, but the clothes in my heart must follow the challenge of changing the sun. You accept the sentiment given by the earth, but the wind and rain in the world are ruthless. Love is for a lot of time, to give a perceived picture to escape the storm. If the rain wets your heart, then you must wipe away the reward from heaven and find sunshine for it to irrigate some bright mood."

When I was a child, my father held my hand and said to me, "Child, you are happy to be with your company, but you are sad to lose your appointment. If you cannot fight for the sad situation with the right happiness, then maybe a lot of sadness can be repeated, but happiness will always exist, but it depends on whether you can express it."

On this day, my father asked me, "Whether the heart and skin belongs to it?" I was very questionable, it was even more difficult to explain, and it was even more difficult to express. He slapped himself twice with his hand, and then smiled. But his father said, "Just like your behavior just now, you can use your heart's will to hit your own skin, but if you use your skin to heart, you will lose your future and you will not be able to welcome your own dawn tomorrow morning."

I pulled out a hair that day and put it on the white paper. My mother walked forward and said, "When did you see the hair?" I replied with a smile, "Just after I pulled it out, I kept wondering if it was heartless," my mother waved her stern eyes and said, "You have grown up so big, and the space in your life does not count the time. Is the journey you have taken to start?" At this moment, I was speechless, and my father came over and looked at me with a smile, and said, "Your words today have made us wait for many years. Your past deeds have made us recall for many years. The fall of hair is the welcome of paper. If your face cannot be prepared in the past time, then your road will be like hair, letting others swing on the paper, saying it is one, hair, what you say does not count, but depends on others' response."
Chapter completed!