time is an ocean

Thinking in the bell
The bell in New Year is forceful and strong, resound through in the sky. Bell calling remotest places for New Year wipe red rosy clouds then, another magnificent spring such as Divine Land such as singing such as bell, the bell is shaking every young and aggressive soul.

Pass day by day, every month, with bell inward-remittance great great long river of time one, have gone for ever. Though I have already thought clearly demarcatedly that yearn for a silk of time by oneself, more one is a kind of brand-new happiness.

The bell still circles round on my ear, it is beating the step pursued, that will lay a spotless and flawless answered test paper tomorrow. Hesitating to stare at the subject before eyes in my excitement, the mind is getting ignorant steeply

Nobody can expect for tomorrow, perhaps we will wish eagerly to succeed, will dream of being outstanding, but it will obtain the bumper harvest meeting the eye on every side when making the sweat that struggles to shed. Originally there were too much difficulty and frustration, too much helplessness and sad in this world

My heart swarms a kind of hollow sense of loss. “Act as – -”What sound? So limpid, inspire people in this way, it is a bell in New Year! I walk back and forth Buddha hear clarion call that march, war drum that urge the war, I walk back and forth Buddha hear someone say: Go all out, it is the eternity to only pursue!

In this bell, I have thought a lot. The happiness is only the course of a kind of pursuit, but not the realization of the ultimate goal, try their best, the ones that mean to hardships and frustration are not feared; To the perseverance of ideal and faith, contain to the successful unrestrainedness again, to the calmness failing. Try their best, treasure every minute soon, catch every valuable chance, every thing that is worth doing, must all do well; Every thing that is worth doing a good job of, must all do better. Can make one and reach to the sky on big tree, does not ask becoming an unhonored small grass; The ones that can play the sea out are forceful and boundless, do not study the brook to only play out silent and mute ditty

Even if go through we of the setback, still can’t reach the wish, but we pursue, struggle after all, already there is a section of course not repentant after all.

At this moment, I think I grow up many. Thank New Year for New Year’s bells and give me a chance to think, make me face life correctly. Now, that strong bell has already gone far, the sail advanced is being waited to raise, go all out, friend of me, let us hand in hand shoulder to shoulder, make, can make wish that mutually encourage each other, when the bell is beaten again, all of us will not regret.

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