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Editor's Note: Road to the foot, the higher, the farther you forget, go farther. Road is no end, as long as you stick insisted, strong to let their frustrations through each section, readily accept the God of your test, choose to go their own direction of all the brave move forward, the front must be Sunny. Hello! Cang vast desert, singers drink blood, after traveling thousands of miles of desolation wrapped hoarse voice attachment. Diffuse yellow sand cloth, endless wind, in this lonely journey,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], when they can search a return? Dying Sun, defeated Yuan dead wood, there is no beauty in the world. Walker shouts and cry to Heaven, in this chaotic dust released into the atmosphere, I really no way to be found?
scene countless times that occur in dreams, always make yourself helpless in the wake. Consumers try to be a bit of fear, facing the empty night, it's still hard to sleep. Printed on pale yellow moon on the wall, the cock venues tend sparsely attempt to break the silence of the night before the dawn. I am amazed at my tears, through the crystal tears I have long wanted to see the ocean. Cry the sea, mixed with sorrow seabirds, like the horizon across the lonely, jingchan appeared in the hustle and bustle of waves. Wind rolled up like a wall of water waves, the waves one after another pale, into the mist in the solitude of the night sky. That turned the wheel that appears white, like a hungry beast running toward the rising moon afar, ringing loudly ethereal whistle. That echoed the Sound of it is ahead of the seagoing vessel hit the horn before dawn, and like to play the quiet breeze of the elegy. Soft sand, the footprints of printed poetry, cool water, washed with bare feet. Qinru vast expanse of skin that, through closed eyes a moment. I seem to see a curved path, random decumbens in the blood-red sea. As an extension of my thoughts freely, in a blur of red in the fly. Sun broken me happy eyes, that moment I understood the original, is the dawn, not wake up the ... ...
slide gently wipe away the sadness his eyes, find its way to a dream, look for a return, a life the return.
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a much earlier Greek philosopher said that we are living in the sewers of the people, busy all day looking at distant stars and forget the foot of the road. So we often hear the loser's whine: In fact, the road has been there, just need to select, we really stupid enough to use the gifts God unjust to cover their own cowardice, it is despicable how the idea of ah! Pathfinding,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], find a way of life. Disappeared in the idealism, realism overflowing, life has long been a topic of interest is not too much concerned about their life will be seen as unrealistic to escape life. We started only care about today and tomorrow, may have occurred to the Ming Dynasty back today,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I regret you? The world's most sad sentence: I could. Blind walking past had made us forget that return, and finally into the only remorse that was short in the soil. Wayfinding, look for a return of life, let us cross the finish line to go back to the starting point. It is called the awakening of rebirth after death.
Road becoming increasingly clear, in the sleep and wake up, it have been there. In the dream, I very much farther than planned, opened his eyes, I was still in bed, tears have soaked the night of happiness. I reached out my index finger in the attached mist on the windows painted a path toward the sun rises in the east extension.
the way we are looking in the direction of our own choice, is always present in the land beneath our feet.

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When I was nine years old living in a small town in North Carolina I found an ad for selling greeting cards in the back of a children’s magazine. I thought to myself I could do this.I begged my mother to let me send for the kit.
Two weeks later when the kit arrived, I ripped1 off the brown paper wrapper,grabbed the cards and dashed from the house. Three hours later, I returned home with no card and a pocket full of money proclaiming, “Mama, all the people couldn’t’t wait to buy my cards！”A salesperson was born.
When I was twelve years old, my father took me to see Zig Ziegler. I remembered sitting in that dark auditorium listening to Mr. Ziegler, who raised everyone’s spirits up to the ceiling, I left there feeling like I could do anything. When we got to the car, I turned to my father and said, “Dad,I want to make people feel like that.”My father asked me what I meant.“I want to be a motivational2 speaker just like Mr Ziegler.”I replied. A dream was born.