Do not believe in the beginning, the virtual construct their own vision, or belief. It 's found that clear skies dark down, and indefinite clouds with extravagant wind swept over the land, like flower skinny mood such as red as flickering, unable to face the reality and imagination as a drop, air fell into the valley, as if lost ourselves, the original dream early dry. Hand filled with glorious umbrella also don't know where alone, head bowed, make whole heart in the rain and fog in diffusion, sedimentation.
Know where the rain comes, so rampant, looked up, it was cloudy cover star, autumn Jane bright, clean misty scenery, even if the heart is not sure to soar, even in the fog confused, but a bit more initial desire, even if the umbrella on the ground, forgot to wear shoes, agitation power, rekindled hope, flow direction, the master of its own confusion, set sail. Perhaps, heart to reach the place, is the original dream, fully and delightfully crazy.
Long lost, away from home, to give up the original with extreme ease of warm, but in the Indus drizzle falls autumn season alone, may read more autumn statement, was piled up with sadness in my heart, flowing slowly. Rain, go, no longer hesitate hesitation. This is the accumulation time, but also the origin of spin, only in others holding tea overlooking the moment, crazy chase, wet clothes, red eyes, way so long, may believe, in my heart in the direction of the beam, reddish burning daylight.
Look at someone else's kite, in the play of the game, his dragonfly is hanging on the edge of the cliff, the storm folded wings. Watching the rain phagocytosis, was got injured all over the body, is a stubborn sail or wait for death. Remember some of my dreams, or is it just memory in the distant sky, it makes people excited. Birds often stagnant, have wanted to take flight, but, everyone had to interpret their own light. Corruption or not, that is cannot bear to hit, so, only once again picked up wing dragonfly, pulling it, in the rain and fog for the vast clear sky, that is the dream place.
In the numerous, are used to camouflage, watching others scenery, laugh to crazy, forget the many, including dream itself, moan and groan without being ill the muddle along, flowers bloom, became monotonous black, put their first, lost in a complete darkness. Wake up, pale pupil started a little more light, or a heart is not heavy as a backwater, struggling, can also find that there is some traces of dreams, then budding, the most truly their own, too long to stop smoke silence, began to erupt.
Dry cold autumn, a sudden fire, in a quiet town, so small, while carrying a cut right through fantasy after stubborn, psychology thorns, rain, try to run, that is, we can't imagine.

Pyramid builders, not slaves, should be a happy free! The first to make such predictions, is a Swiss watchmaker Ta Booker. In 1560, he traveled in Pyramid in Egypt, made this prophecy.

On 2003, the Supreme Council of antiquities in Egypt announced, through to the Giza nearby six hundred tomb excavation research, Pyramid is having free identity by local farmers and craftsmen to construct, rather than Ciro Dodd in the " historical " recorded in three hundred thousand, built by slaves.

Four hundred years ago, a watchmaker why at a glance, Pyramid is a free people built? Since Egyptian archaeologists confirmed Booker's judgment, Egypt National Museum curator Tommaso gave the watchmaker is interested in. He wanted to know what the man really is what made the prophecy.

To make clear this problem, he started to collect the relevant data of Booker t.. Finally, he found Booker 's clocks and watches from the manufacturing, predict the outcome.

Booker was a French Catholic believers. In 1536, because of the opposition of the church in Rome formal canon, arrested and jailed. Because he is a master clocks, in prison, was to organize the production of watches and clocks. In the loss of freedom, he found no matter what prison coercion, can make them produce date error less than 1/10 seconds watches. But before imprisonment, but that is not the case. Then, in their own workshops, can make the clock error is less than 1/100 seconds.

Why did this happen? Initially, Booker it boils down to the manufacturing environment, later, they escaped and fled to Geneva, only to find the true impact of clock accuracy is not environment, but produced watches when the mood.

The Pyramid builders, he can draw the conclusion that free men, based on his understanding of the kind of watch making. Egyptian National Museum curator Tommaso Kobita Booker in the historical data found in the two paragraph:

A watchmaker in discontent and anger, to accomplish the production of watches and clocks of the 1200 processes, it is not possible; in the confrontation and hate, to precisely grinding out a watch needed by 254 parts, it is harder than climbing.

Pyramid such a large project, be built so fine, each link is connected as a seamless heavenly robe, the builder must be a group of a pious heart free. It is really hard to imagine, a group of laches and confrontation of ideas, can let the stones of the Pyramid between a blade is inserted do not go in.

Kobita Booker is the first batch of the religious rule, exile Swiss watchmaker, he is the founder and pioneer of the Swiss watch industry. Reportedly, Switzerland is still maintained Kobita Booker tabulation concept: not with those working to take mandatory, have withheld wages behavior of foreign joint venture enterprise. They think, that enterprise could never make a Swiss watch.

In an instruction and the strict supervision of the place, don't expect a miracle happened, because the people's ability, but in the case of physical and mental harmony, can play to the best level.

Some years ago, I was not a good student, silent, unknown to the public. My teacher always remember me, classroom questioning and never worry about being called names, class activities I never liked to. All right when I used to think that I would be humble a person! So I muddle along without any aim, nothing at the end of day. That year, no happy thing nothing unhappy things.

First saw her, her short hair, wearing a pair of blue denim skirt, carrying a textbook and a box of chalk into the classroom, while the second day school is, when this very young female teacher standing on the podium when our class, more than 30 eyes were looking at her. She smiled and immediately made the introduction, she called Zhao Nan, is this term our Chinese teacher, just graduated from the teachers college. I cocked her head and looked at her, my heart a little more doubt " on her "! So young, OK? She ceased to smile began to give us lessons. To tell you the truth, her class is very wonderful, clear context, language of wisdom. This is I do not think, slowly, I gradually swift thinking, try to answer her question, I was really she was very learned scholarship conquered.

Before, I don't like either echo what the books say that the teacher, but my Chinese is the best in the class. Not like Chinese, but it is easy to put those things to learn, if later like language that also should know her and heard from her class to date ... ...

When I was young, time always passes very quickly, but the third day, my cheerful personality a lot of love, that love to laugh. Like listening to her class, like watching her on the podium three feet like diligently, and then concentrate can eat with appetite, doubts will frown, clearly felt suddenly click into place, and frank expression always light up with pleasure, that is how the green time ah, the simple happiness, the simple and happy.

The winter in the north is very cold. The snow, I curled up under the covers do not want to wake up, mother urged many times I still put inaudible, thought, " cold ", I am just cut it, with my ability is my several days did not go to school, also never mind, cannot fall, thought of here, I am covered call call asleep one morning, afternoon first came to the school, a student came to make fun of the said: " ah! You never come morning, Miss Zhao did not speak for new course, we review two classes, you are really important ". Hear, I suddenly froze, silly clubbing in there, blushed, speechless. Teacher. I just you many students in one, you should treat me this way, really made me feel ashamed of one's ungainly appearance, since both the snow from middle school to high school, from high school to university, I never skipping classes, regardless of the class I like or don't like.

Later, they are high school days, it seems back first, such as insipid as water. I live the classroom, dormitory, canteen in life, being then is the only left me feeling, don't listen to her lectures, others I don not to live, even the dream can dream of her class.

However, the book still wants to read, and to read. Such a helpless until high school, history seems to repeat itself again. My senior high school language teacher Ding Juan is actually her university 's classmate and friend, they run in the same groove lecture style, my status was restored, she telephoned to the teacher to take care of me, put me with her, I think I'm so lucky in my ten years of school road could meet her, as I break, paved road, this autobiography, how can I reward!

After that day, the teacher as well as the teacher Zhao to take care of me and help me, lost to give me the courage, help to encourage me. I was touched, really thanks them, thank them for ever in my dream time and memory of stars ... ...

The university life aimlessly, I always soak the library to pass the time, the area north of the Great Wall scenic though very beautiful, but I still like library that a comfortable, birthday, she was the first to call my blessing, blessing the warm enough to withstand external cold cold wind. I was lucky, lucky to a teacher can remember a student's birthday, and the student is me.

Then one day I was busy looking for a job practice, gradually estranged from her. That day, accidentally from the teacher there to hear news of her, that she had not very happy, I felt particularly bad, like a stone wall. God! She is so kind a man, are so selfless love, why don't you make her happy? But I have never had the courage to ask her, although in the mobile phone has been keeping her telephone number, a number of years have not deleted ... ...

Years later, I married, often encounter in the QQ she, always can not help talking to her a few words, I say "teacher, so many years you have to take care of the elderly and children, how you been? " She said: " hard ridge is not to the past, still smiling face! " I listened, pain, tears.

My dear teacher! In my youth, I lit a light of heart; now I grow up, I will be as strong as you woman.

    在一个远方的国家，有两个非常杰出的木匠，他们的手艺都很好，难以分出高下。
　 有一天，国王突发奇想：“到底哪一个才是最好的木匠呢？不如我来办一次比赛，然后封胜者为‘全国第一的木匠’。”
　 于是，国王把两位木匠找来，为他们举办了一次比赛，限时三天，看谁刻的老鼠最逼真，谁就是全国第一的木匠；不但可以得到许多奖品，还可以得到册封。
　 在那三天里，两个木匠都不眠不休地工作，到第三天，他们把已雕好的老鼠献给国王，国王把大臣全部找来，一起做本次比赛的评审。
　 第一位木匠刻的老鼠栩栩如生、纤毫毕现，甚至连鼠须也会抽动。
　 第二位木匠的老鼠则只有老鼠的神态，却没有老鼠的形貌，远看勉强是一只老鼠，近看则只有三分象。
胜负即分，国王和大臣一致认为第一个木匠获胜。
　 但第二个木匠当廷抗议，他说：“大王的评审不公平。”
工匠说：“要决定一只老鼠是不是像老鼠，应该由猫来决定，猫看老鼠的眼光比人还锐利呀！”
　 国王想想也有道理，就叫人到后宫带几只猫来，让猫来决定哪一只老鼠比较逼真。
　 没有想到，猫一放下来，都不约而同扑向那只看起来并不象老鼠的“老鼠”，啃咬、抢夺。而那只栩栩如生的老鼠却完全被冷落了。
　 事实摆在面前，国王只好把“全国第一”的称号给了第二个木匠。
　 事后，国王把第二个木匠找来，问他：“你是用什么方法让猫也以为你刻的是老鼠呢？”
　 木匠说：“大王，其实很简单，我只不过是用鱼骨刻了只老鼠罢了！猫在乎的根本不是象与不象，而是腥味呀！”　
　 人生的竞赛往往是这样，获胜者往往不是技巧最好的，而是最接近人性的，因此只有靠逻辑做事才能更符合自然规律，才能更容易成功。.