试着用自己的方式去活, 试着独立的思考.
  从此, 你可能不再如以往那样很轻易的得到启示, 你可能要独自面对困难.
  没有人再逼你上进, 也不会有人再为你加油鼓劲.


  丢掉雨伞的孩子必须努力奔跑!
  可能你会彷徨、失落、甚至会感到你被世界所抛弃.
  张大是要付出代价,是要懂得承担、放弃.


  不会再有人允许你可以对着他哭鼻子,
  你将会变成一个真正勇敢的孩子.
  等待别人给予你勇气,不如自己给自己来的直接.


  最接近你的人,始终还是你自己.
  目标,应该就在不远的前方.
  希望你能监守信念,记得DAD告诉过你的话.

The night before Christmas

A visit from St. Nicholas Henry Livingston, 1808

 ’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; the stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

 The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; and mamma in her ’kerchief, and I in my cap, had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what the matter was. Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The noon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave the luster of mid-day to objects below, when, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer and Vixen! On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Dunder and Blixem! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, so up to the house-top the coursers they flew, with the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my hand, and was turning around, down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; a bundle of toys he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes—how they twinkled! His dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; he had a broad face and a little round belly that shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; a wink of his eye and a twist of his head, soon gave me to know I had nothing to bread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the stockings then turned with a jerk, and laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, “happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”