There is a kind of parting that is silent and silent

　　There is heartache in life, called love can not speak. The years are a thief, always inadvertently stealing many, and only when everything is lost, only heartache. Some love had to, each at the end of the world. "The world, in addition to life and death, which is not a leisurely thing." The father passed away in silence, their helpless look at the life of the people who love me eventually passed away, there are so many days I live in the thoughts, quietly looking at the blue sky, once the past like clouds of smoke. Father is the bridge, is the bridge to the other side, people lifelong only a bridge, for the continuation of its life bridge - the mind has a home, life is the road, and now the bridge is broken ......!

　　Cry thoroughly and think deeply. Wake up, is regeneration, life is such a process of awakening. Home, very plain, love, very simple. Life is plain, as long as every day will hang on each other, is the down-to-earth emotion, is the real warmth, life will sometimes experience from it to the real. Time will tell us that simple care, the most long-term; ordinary companionship, the most peace of mind; people who understand you, the warmest. We meet in the sky, keep each other in person, and cherish in our hearts. There is a kind of warmth in the world, there is a kind of companionship that is also silent, I really want to say thank you to my father again, but he can no longer hear, maybe we know each other. Life is like a river, the bridge is the direction; father's love is our timely rain, and charcoal in the snow, can show us the direction in critical moments. When fear, father's love is a stepping stone; when dark, father's love is light; when depleted, father's love is a bay of life; when trying, father's love is a spiritual pillar; when successful, father's love is encouragement and alarm bell. People only build one bridge in their life - father is this bridge, and now they can only enjoy the life that once passed by. Living is a responsibility, since living, should take up the responsibility of survival, not because of obsession, but because know. This is my father's teaching, and now I am also a father, also to build a bridge for their children.

　　In a hurry, life is always missed. Life will always be a little thin, come and go, drop by drop, in the depths of life, look down to pick up, perhaps only those who have passed, those who have been, those ordinary times. The fact is that you will be able to get a lot more than just a few of the most popular and popular items. The older the time is, the lighter the heart is. I understand that life is the up and down of the tossing and turning, life, is the moon is missing and the moon is full of floating. The most important thing is that you can get the most out of your life, and it is the fragrance of my life, and it is the eternal beauty of your years. The time is going, and they are going. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers. Life is always in the miss, from now on should learn to cherish, learn to be grateful, and learn to bless. Perhaps the years will tell themselves that time will heal everything. No longer sentimental, should go to bear, there is an aging mother, and the expectations of the young son, life is born, on the road.

　　Time will precipitate the most genuine emotions storm, fatherly love is the warmest companionship, the companionship of the ordinary, and the heart of the feeling is the most real. If the heart of the vegetation, fragrance from the full bosom. Love is a process, only love, and pain will become an experience, but also more know how to cherish. The fact is that you will find a lot of people who are not able to get a good deal on a lot of things. An ordeal is a baptism; a wound is an awakening. The most important thing in life is not to gain or lose, but to have a loving heart, but to have a normal heart that treats you well. When you think of your father, you will always shed tears because it has been integrated into your life; when you remember the past, you will always be silent because it is difficult to let go. Life in the storm, light in the heart! The night wind rolls up the shallow sorrow, tears in the cold wind condensed into ice crystals.

　　There is a heartache, called love can not speak. There is a loss, can not say, only by feeling; there is sadness, can not say, only by convergence. The years go by and the seasons change. There are too many intersections and misalignments in life, and many times they cannot be held. The backdrop is fixed in the depths of the eyes, it makes their lives nourished. There are a thousand tastes in life, tasting to the end, are left with only one taste, is helpless. My father is not good with words, but his patience with life, but also taught me that we should be grateful for life in pain, and in joy, too. Life goes on, don't forget to treat each day with a smile, don't forget to cherish each remaining day, and accept all the shortcomings of life along with life down. If the heart of the vegetation, the fragrance from the arms, the eyes fragrant, butterflies come from. Look at the light heart will be beautiful, look at the open mood will be bright. The abundance of life lies in the compassion of the heart, the beauty of life is due to a normal heart. The heart grasps a kind of openness, from the beginning of life.

　　Walk to the end of the water, sit and watch the clouds rise. Everyone who comes into this world is, first of all, a life, and ultimately life. The landscape has a spirit, and also has feelings. Father's love is like a mountain, the soul returns to the green mountain, life is like this, and the memory is long. Only when life and death are ended can we realize. With this good landscape, I wish my father a peaceful sleep and enjoy the peace of the clouds and water, the drifting of the white clouds, and the tinkling of the water.