Chapter 750: Every station in life is beautiful

Every station in life is beautiful.

April 1: Every station in life is beautiful.

「Tonight I especially know the spring warmth is warm, the insect sounds newly penetrate the green window screen」 Reading these two lines by Tang poets, it makes one seem to smell the fragrance of spring and hear the chirping of insects in the grass, carrying the scent of earth..

This passing spring seems to bid us farewell amidst the frogs' croaks.

「When I see my life in the hands of meaningless moments, I weep for my own lowliness――――but when I see my life in your hands, I understand the immeasurable preciousness of life, and I will never squander my life in obscurity. 」 But I do not find the singing of frogs and insects lowly; on the contrary, I feel that if spring lacked the frogs' singing and the insects' chirping, it would be monotonous and dull, even losing vitality and vigor, and unable to withstand desolation. This world has no lowly people……

In the early morning, many birds are singing in the woods. They seem to be calling: "Come here, the flowers in the woods are blooming. The air here is fragrant, the scenery is beautiful. Beautiful scenery places………"

It is easiest to detain your steps, and also easiest to waste time.

I understand the birds' language, but I rejected their call. Because I am a laborer, my life's mission and duty is labor. I love labor, I also love those who labor, and even more I love those laborers who sweat like rain; I love the fingers immersed in the myriad things of the earth, I love their faces showing stubborn perseverance, I love their foreheads shining with the light of diligent jewelry.

"Don't indulge in sleep, lest you become poor; open your eyes, and you will have enough to eat." Yes. We must not suffer poverty, we must live well our own lives, we must create life with our own hands, and work hard; because only those who work hard can hold their heads high.

We must seize each day in labor; who said life, though short; if it is for work and toil, life will become endless and long; if you do not know how to spend time, it shows you have not yet learned to labor; if you still complain about the injustice of fate, then you must hurry to labor.

In the early morning, I passed along a small path in the fields, seeing many bees bustling back and forth among the flower clusters. I know the meaning of their busyness: to turn the world's beauty into sweetness. Thus the laboring bees called to me, saying: "Just go forward, do not linger by the flowers beside the road, for as long as you walk, on life's path, the flowers you have not admired will continue to bloom without cease; because every station in life is beautiful. Whether it is early morning or dusk........ \