The spirit of tree

There are two ways of our life.

One is the same as the grass.

Although you are alive and grow up each year,

After all, just grass,

You enjoy the rain the sun and grow up

But people can still step on you,

They won’t feel painful when you are suffering

They won’t feel pity for you when you are being trampled

Because people have not seen you in their eyes.

So every one of us should grow up like the trees

Even if we are nothing now

But as long as you have the seeds of trees

Even if being stepped into the soil

You are still able to absorb the nutrient and grow up.

When you grow into towering trees,

people can see you form a distant place.

Approached you, you can give people a piece of green, a piece of shade,

you can help others.

When people leave and looked back

You are still the beauty of the scenery on the horizon line.

When alive, they are beautiful landscape, when died, they are still ridgepole and beam

It should be the life standards of each one of us.

The spirit of water

Although each river has its own different life curve,

But every river has its own dream:

That is, towards the sea.

Our lives, sometimes will be sediment,

You may settling down slowly just like it.

Once you settling down

maybe you do not have to work hard to move forward,

But you can never see the sun rise again.

Therefore, I suggest that no matter how your life is like now

You must have the sprit of water

-constantly saving its own strength and continually breaking the barriers like the water

When you find the time is not right

stay hungry stay foolish,

When the day comes, you will be able to rush into the sea and achieve your destiny.