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Do not mean your other arrows
In my opposite a child, holding an arrow fired continuously into the distance, childlike face is not off, a

child is always a golden evening, never too dark. Simply indifferent to my heart more.
End of an arrow for each shot the boy must run out to find Nazhi barbed arrow shot to the opposite is the film

lush woods, I guess the boy must try something, or else that mischievous child. Can not see the slightest gloat

over his face, clearly had some serious. However, I did not move, still watching the child repeating the same

movement, I sat for a long time, the child and for every shot of a goal, went to look for are not easy to find,

always seen only after a long time to look back later on a After the first shot went looking for a long time

discouraged the back. Sat Fa Zheng.
See, I looked at him slightly and smiled, I smiled.
"You archery ah!" I told him so, at this moment I am no longer a child with a child say something like that

really some mouthful.
"Yes, the arrow can not find a thorn." I said laughingly: "I saw it, if you choose a fixed target that is not

much easier to do?"
"Yes, there is no pleasure can be done." I have a moment of unknown meaning of the boy to see me Zhoule Mei, is

zoned is zoned hands, saying: "I want to hire their own, the mother said this could exercise my perseverance, my

persistence really is weak. "
I laughed, the boy is scarred face, and quite lovely in the future I would also like a child, some wrangling,

forget this. Quite similar to my personality. The mother went so far as the same time, Antan out such thoughts.
"Then you re moving in the direction of arrows you fire off a stone's throw and then shoot." I suggested that.
The boy jumped up, "That's right, how do I do for every thought?"
"I'm a big  than you!" He's Pie Piezui not willing to laugh. Hao Xiaozi!
Then shoot an arrow, then ran out to find, and so the will did not come, I am afraid and frustrated the back

when he was pleased to run from the woods. Holding an arrow that found the thorn found, in addition to his going

there just before the shot. I had an idea suddenly remembered a truth:
The failure to maintain the same could be double success. I am pleased to stand up, say to yourself, What kind

of failure has been shot to an arrow, and not it mean the other?

The truth of the porridge
Sally is a middle school students, are hard to study for school, she would like to in the near future that will

come to a good university education. For Sally the body healthy, his mother cooked every morning, gave Sally

nutritious porridge to drink.
Finally one day, Sally tired of drinking porridge. Morning woke up, she came to the kitchen and saw her mother

again cook the "porridge"; she washed up her mother shouting: "Oh! Mama! Know? I hate to drink porridge had."
 "Can be the most abundant nutritious porridge !" Mom said quietly.
"Right! Nutrient-rich, but I hate this nutrient-rich drink porridge of the most difficult." Sari angry, "Mom, I

want to do their own breakfast."
"Well! My dear, you come." My mother in no way angry.
Sally began to cook for half an hour later, she did not do a good job, had to drink a glass of milk, eating two

pieces of bread painted cream. Sally back good bags, prepared to go to school, her mother sent her to the door

as usual. Sally has come out a few steps, suddenly turning over, kissed his mother look and said: "Mom, yes I

was wrong! Forgive me." My mother laughed. The mother and daughter each had a happy day.
In life, we tend to accept the peace of mind to take care of their parents, but never thought of Thanksgiving;

and often Momin pairs of concern and care of our parents easy. We should be grateful to him and learn to cherish

the parents and that nutrient-rich truth of "porridge," It is this truth of "porridge," provides us with

countless material and spiritual food, ensuring that we correct and robust growth; Thanksgiving parents, thank

the truth of "porridge."

Moriyoshi the side of his own land A little girl to play my grandfather's garden, see the many splendours of the roses growing on a pile of dirty dirt; she was thinking about it said: "how could such a beautiful flower grows in such a dirty place?" So little girl sent for the tools, scraped up the roses, it transplanted to the garden not far from the clean dirt. The little girl patted the soil-stained hands, smiled, and could not help saying: "This is just great, and roses can be grown better." The next day, a little girl and grandfather came to the garden, she was surprised to find that: Yesterday, she was a good transplant roses wither out. Cried the girl happened yesterday told the grandfather. Grandpa stroked the little girl's head, gently said to her: "know what? Child. You say that pile of 'dirty dirt', was his grandfather's deployment of good nutrition, ah, roses can grow only in those above, more Well !, "the little girl to understand why, and breaks through his tears, and together we learned yet another transplanted back into roses. In the course of our lives, God often arranged for us such a pile of "dirty dirt", it is the setbacks in our lives, hardship and suffering; we often complain that our situation is not good, Su-I do not know, it is This is a bad situation, this "dirty dirt" is what we thrive in fertile soil; only experienced a life of experience that we can better grow. Friends, do not complain about the hardships of life, which is suffering under the roses that nutritious "dirty dirt" so that each of us is stuck at the foot of the side of good soil their own bar!

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