Remeber the past, expecting the future

It is a new week now, I must working hard, all effort, happy, fault is passed by. I am still here, the sky is still blue, everything is so good. So I must working hard, expecting more harvest  in the  new week.

Yesterday, one of my friends comes to me, we have a  mountain climbing, to the mountain  we ever been to four years ago, there has many changes, but still so beautiful, we both feel so happy.  but the happy time is so short, we have to apart again, that is life, no the pain of apart, no the happy of together.

Now I am sitting in my desk, use a little time to record something to remand myself that life is continue, we have to work hard to make it more beauty and wonderful.