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the same faint lustre touched the train of thin clouds from which rose and bowed this vision of the Evening Star boutique hotel hongkong.

The third showed the pinnacle of an iceberg piercing a polar winter sky: a muster of northern lights reared their dim lances baby outlet, close serried, along the horizon. Throwing these into distance, rose, in the foreground, a head,- a colossal head, inclined towards the iceberg, and resting against it. Two thin hands, joined under the forehead, and supporting it, drew up before the lower features a sable veil; a brow quite bloodless, white as bone, and an eye hollow and fixed, blank of meaning but for the glassiness of despair, alone were visible. Above the temples, amidst wreathed turban folds of black drapery, vague in its character and consistency as cloud, gleamed a ring of white flame, gemmed with sparkles of a more lurid tinge.

This pale crescent was 'the likeness of a kingly crown'; what it diademed was 'the shape which shape had none.'

'Were you happy when you painted these pictures?' asked Mr. Rochester presently.

'I was absorbed, sir: yes, and I was happy. To paint them, in short, was to enjoy one of the keenest pleasures I have ever known.'

'That is not saying much. Your pleasures, by your own account, have been few; but I daresay you did exist in a kind of artist's dreamland while you blent and arranged these strange tints. Did you sit at them long each day?'

'I had nothing else to do, because it was the vacation, and I sat at them from morning till noon, and from noon till night: the length of the midsummer days favoured my inclination to apply.'

'And you felt self-satisfied with the result of your ardent labours?'

'Far from it. I was tormented by the contrast between my idea and my handiwork: in each case I had imagined something which I was quite powerless to realise.'

'Not quite: you have secured the shadow of your thought ; but no more, probably. You had not enough of the artist's skill and science to give it full being: yet the drawings are, for a school-girl, peculiar. As to the thoughts, they are elfish. These eyes in the Evening Star you must have seen in a dream. How could you make them look so clear, and yet not at all brilliant? for the planet above quells their rays. And what meaning is that in their solemn depth? And who taught you to paint wind? There is a high gale in that sky, and on this hill-top. Where did you see Latmos? For that is Latmos. There! put the drawings away!'

And an ancient banyan is in front of it.

 

One morning Aveeno, a young monk gets up to clean up the courtyard and sees the fallen leaves from the ancient banyan are everywhere, he can't help worrying and look at the tree to sigh.

 

For his sorrow is on the toppest, he throws down the broom and rushes to his master's room ,then he knocks on the door to plea for interview.

 

His master hears it and opens the door, when he sees the disciple's  worried look, he thinks something takes place, so he hurries to ask him:"My disciple, what does you worry about so much in the early morning?"

 

The young disciple is full of doubt and tells him: "Master, you persuades us to be diligent to cultivate our moral character and grasp the truth day and night, but, even I learn them well ,it is hard to avoid to die. Till that time, so-called me, so-called Dao, aren't they just like the defoliation in autumn or the deadwood in winter? and they will be buried by a heap of loess?"

 

After hearing it Aveeno,the old monk points at the ancient banyan and says to the young monk:" My disciple ,you don't need to worry about this. In fact, the defoliation in autumn and the deadwood in winter will climb back to the trees silently and become the flowers in spring and grow up into the leaves in summer at the time of autumnal winds is blowing strongliest and the snow falls down most heavily."

 

"Why don't I see it?"

 

"It is the reason that there isn't any view in your heart, so you can't see the bloom ."

 

Facing the withering defoliations and imaging they will be in bud, it needs to have an immortal of spring heart, an optimism of heart.

 

There are always some miseries you will meet in your whole life and strike you when you are unprepared, but we don't need to worry day after day for the arrival of this day, and feel sorry to yourself.

 

Treating the life with the attitude of the optimism, it can not only dissolve the agony and misfortune , but also bring a kind of pleased mood to you everyday and make your life bright and flourishing .

 

As long as the view is in the heart CoQ10, aren't the paths full of fragrance of flowers everywhere?