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When your talent can not hold your ambition, you should stop and learn; when your ability can not control your goals, you should sink, experience; dream, not impetuous, but precipitation And accumulated, only spell out the beauty, did not wait for the brilliant, the opportunity will always be left to the most eager that person, learn to talk with your heart, ask yourself, what kind of life you want, meditation, patience precipitation Give yourself, encourage each other.

People come to this world, there will always be many unhappy, there will be many unfair; there will be many lost, there will be many envy. You envy my freedom, I envy your constraints; you envy my car, I envy your room; you envy my work, I envy you always have a rest every day. Perhaps, we are all hyperopia, always living in looking up to others; perhaps, we are all myopia, often overlooked the happiness around.

People, there will always be the difference between intelligence and luck; always subject to the environment and the reality of the constraints; someone will cut a piece of fruit when you spike a math problem; there are always people in your sleep, recall the gains and losses of the day; There will be people running faster than you ... ... uneven, it constitutes a beautiful landscape in this world. Bian Zhilin said: You stand on the bridge to see the scenery, see the scenery in the upstairs to see you. Yes, walking in the stormy journey of life, when you envy others living in high-rise buildings, may be crooked in the corner of the people, are envious of you have a shelter hiding; when you envy others sitting in luxury cars, and Frustrated when walking on the ground, maybe lying in bed, envy you can walk freely ......

There are many times when we often do not know that when we are enjoying others, we ourselves become the landscape of others.

In fact, life is like a heavy book. Some books have no leading role because we neglect ourselves. Some books have no clue as we lose ourselves. Some books have no content because we have buried ourselves.