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"When we sailed from here," said my brother, "we first came to a city called Kufa, where we sold the cloth we took with us for twenty cents a book, and made a lot of money. Then we bought a lot of Persian silk, which was cheap and fine, and sent it to Basra and sold it for one to four, and then we went to another city called Calha, where we did a deal and made a lot of money, so we had more and more money."
jessica serranoPublished 12 months ago in ConfessionsSunlight through the wings
Breaking cocoon into butterfly freedom, cocooning, hibernating, breaking cocoon, butterfly, flying in the sun, flapping the alternation of light and shadow. Memory, always painful, suffocating, because it calls no longer have. As the first rays of the morning sun poured in, I blinked and cleared my eyes. Riding, looking out of the window of the strange school, can not help but feel a little wistful. Elementary school for junior high school some approximate fanatical fantasy, but after graduation, disappear from the eyes of a familiar face, is how to pull my heartstrings. Memory if floating colorful foam, so beautiful, hand touch, but if light and shadow burst, when sitting in a strange classroom, looking at a series of indifferent faces, eyes only sad flow, a series of strange scenes constantly called to show that I no longer have, At the beginning of the semester, I flinched and cowardice, which led to my good performance in the math exam. The teacher was very angry and I was very helpless. Whenever the teacher with a stack of papers, with the attack volume of anger, waves of abuse against me, cheap in the ear. Every now and then, my eyes would appear as if there was an ethereal world, a root of blue silk wrapped me, look up, the sky is full of gray, make me breathless, blue silk woven all over my field of vision, I will net, although full of darkness, depression. But isolated from all the irritability of the outside world, I am confined to the narrow world that belongs to me, and I savor the sweet memories of the past, only to wake up again and again in my dream to find only loneliness around me. Memory, always sweet, happy, because it is called to possess. Gradually, when a breeze in a position to light the gray of my cocoon, the sun through the leaves, sprinkled on the body, warm, bright, as if golden. I want to lie in the clouds to relax, to listen to the flowers bloom and fall, to touch the tides. I began to struggle, trying to break free of this blue shackles, trying to see the outside world a touch of color.Finally, I broke a small piece, greedily sucking every breath of fresh air, I quietly out of the eye, see outside butterfly dance in groups, the sun through the wings, is crystal clear, cast on the ground, is gorgeous patterns. But elsewhere, there are people at the end of their lives who remain cocooned. The wind does not want to be close to it, and is covered with dust. I decided to struggle to the butterfly group, the struggle of leisure is outside the cocoon flying butterfly groups. Every time, looking at, do not move, the wind hard to piece together the sun through the leaves sprinkled with mottled leaves, leaves with light, clear veins, little light in the transport, looked at for a long time, as if to see, the air walk cells, molecules, bustling, embrace a place. Close your eyes, with the residual in the eyes of the sun, broken down into colorful lines, with my heart, interwoven, twisted, bent, joint, formed a flying blueprint. After graduating from junior high school, when the faces of my classmates disappeared, my heart was warm, because I had. With my warmth, I quickly adapted to the high school life, boldly communicate with classmates, not afraid to meet the greater wind and rain. The cracks have grown, the gaps have widened, and I will continue to struggle. Work harder to break this thick cocoon and dance in the big world. I hope that I can carry the sun, the alternations of light and shadow, the fusion of flowers and breeze, the intersection of music and color, slow flight, toward the heart of the rose.
Cameron GonzalesPublished 12 months ago in ConfessionsLearn from the rabbit
One day an eagle caught a white rabbit flying back to its nest in the grassland. The little white rabbit was caught by the eagle bleeding, but still smiled at the eagle, and said to it, "Thank you, eagle." "Why thank me?" asked the eagle as he flew. I'm going to eat you." The little white rabbit still smiled and answered, "My biggest wish in life is to fly into the sky, although I am going to die today, I flew into the blue sky." There was no pain on the white rabbit's face. The eagle ignored the rabbit until it flew to its nest. The eagle put the white rabbit down and said to her, "If I don't eat you, will you be my lover?" The little white rabbit was surprised and looked at the eagle with dark red eyes, and the eagle looked directly at the little white rabbit with sharp eyes. The eagle kissed the white rabbit... The little white rabbit silently shed tears.
JOEVONN ALSTONPublished 12 months ago in ConfessionsThe Lean Startup: How Today's Entrepreneurs Use Continuous Innovation to Create Radically Successful Businesses
"The Lean Startup has a kind of inexorable logic, and Ries’ recommendations come as a bracing slap in the face to would-be tech moguls: Test your ideas before you bet the bank on them. Don’t listen to what focus groups say; watch what your customers do. Start with a modest offering and build on the aspects of it that prove valuable. Expect to get it wrong, and stay flexible (and solvent) enough to try again and again until you get it right. It’s a message that rings true to grizzled startup vets who got burned in the Great Bubble and to young filmgoers who left The Social Network with visions of young Zuckerberg dancing in their heads. It resonates with Web entrepreneurs blessed with worldwide reach and open source code. It’s the perfect philosophy for an era of limited resources, when the noun optimism is necessarily preceded by the adjective cautious." —Wired
SajeethPublished 12 months ago in ConfessionsLittle rabbit
A man went to buy a parrot, saw a parrot front sign: This parrot can speak two languages, the price is 200 yuan. This parrot can speak four languages and costs $400. Which one should you buy? They're both bright, flexible and cute. The man turned and turned, unable to make up his mind. The result suddenly found an old toothless parrot, pale and disordered, priced 800 yuan. The man quickly called the boss: Does this parrot speak eight languages? The shopkeeper said, No. The man wondered: Then why old and ugly, and no ability, will be worth this number? The shopkeeper replied: Because the other two parrots call this parrot boss. This story tells us that a real leader does not necessarily have strong abilities. As long as he knows how to trust, delegate power and cherish power, he can unite forces stronger than himself and thus raise his own value. On the contrary, many highly capable people are too perfectionist and do everything by themselves. They can only become the best research personnel or sales representatives instead of excellent leaders.
JESSICA PATTONPublished 12 months ago in ConfessionsThe Squirrel Story
Spring is coming, a small snail is crawling on the grass, carrying a big shell, stretching a pair of tentacles are looking for food. A mouse saw this and asked him, "Are you going to travel with a big bag on your back?" The little snail said, "Don't you know? I'm carrying my home! "The little mouse thought this was strange." Your home? Where is the window?" "I don't need Windows in my house!" "Said the snail as he crawled away. Little snail climb ah climb, a small ant asked it: "You carry a big bag, want to go on holiday?" Little snail or patiently explained: "This is not what bag, this is my home! The ant also wondered, "Your house, then where is the chimney? The snail climbed and said, "I don't need a chimney in my house!" Little snail or slowly climb forward, out of the grass a small grasshopper, asked him: "You must be a postman! Have you got any of my letters in that bag you're carrying?" The snail replied, "I am not a postman, and that is not a big bag. I am carrying my home." The grasshopper is also curious, "Your home? Do you have any furniture?" At this time, it suddenly began to rain. All the animals ran everywhere to find shelter from the rain. Only the little snail was not in a hurry and slowly retreated into his shell. It was a comfortable home. Although there were no Windows, chimneys or furniture, it shielded the snail from the wind and rain.
Ashley HarrisPublished 12 months ago in Confessionswhile the family
"Up, up! Just to 7 o 'clock, my small alarm clock "make" non-stop, I turn off the alarm clock and climbed on the bed. Hiding in the quilt, I think: or comforter comfortable, this winter, who would like to get up early ah! So I slept under the covers for another 40 minutes. It was nearly 8 o 'clock before I realized something was wrong. I fly up, gargle, wash my face, take the money, carrying the bag ran out of the house.
fragile dorseyPublished 12 months ago in ConfessionsBlack cloud baby
"Only the bonfire burning on the Great Wall, let me put down ambition", see its origin, see its ultimate. Two thirds of the Great Wall south of the Yangtze River is an unimaginable length of 6,471 meters, and it is divided into uphill and downhill, not to mention the uphill walk is slow, Downhill and walk particularly fast, almost fell, see next class a classmate fell bleeding, learned the lesson, in fact, the most difficult is two-thirds of the rest of the road, extremely difficult, do not want to go, stopped on the road, therefore, saw a lot of "beautiful scenery", listen to the students behind said, a Ziyang Street can buy something to eat, instant gave me power, regardless of strength Sun exposure, regardless of oral hunger and thirst, heart only one idea - "rush"! Twenty-nine yuan a to Ziyang Street without two legs trembling, first to Starbucks to sit for a while, but feel not to buy something embarrassed, so look at the price list, even the cheapest also want twenty-nine, although reluctant, but in the above to eat, in order to fill the stomach, no matter how much money is worth. Share with the students, I thank their egg white sheep tail, thank their small Popsicle, turned and went to buy the small string, with the students to eat together, in the upstairs umbrella, cross legs, left hand fried chicken, right hand Coke, humming a song, as if all the Great Wall troubles have been forgotten, the rest is all laughter. After the "wine" was full, of course, I had to buy a cup of drink to digest and digest. While walking, I listened to the sound of peddling, and also had to bring something for my family. I bought ten nori cakes, which were said to be special products, but I was not willing to eat them. I saw my classmate buying perfume, and thought I would bring some back, so I bought it again. 10 to 20 the first time to play chute, from top to bottom feel fast, there is a feeling of flying, see others play chute, are very cool, before leaving, heard above someone does not play to account for the number of places, can play again, I rushed up, heard a few people, I also insisted, did not expect him to say: "Forget it, forget it, above all slide down!" The teacher let us thank uncle, I immediately shouted: "Brother small fresh meat." The landlady looked on and laughed. Isn't that the money?
ROBERT MALEYPublished 12 months ago in ConfessionsSlender leaves
People, never lost inside, frozen? However, the official line is that the abundant spring will melt the Northland frozen soil in my heart through a firm look and a trembling encouragement, and let a ray of spring pour down the earth, let me find the spring of life. I will work hard for the ideal, in the cold window to study hard for more than ten years. However, after rushing to junior high school, I found that everything around me was in conflict with my expectations. The heavy workload robs me of time to develop special interests instead of endless tutoring and exams. I can no longer as elementary school as the casual application of personal hobbies, physical and mental exhaustion; I stayed up late every night and woke up after finishing my homework last night. My sleep still haunts me, and my eyes are dark against me. My weak limbs seemed to work against me, making me think negatively about giving up my ideals and doing nothing for a lifetime. This feeling left me alone in a pale world, and this restless restlessness caused me to suffer internal injuries. Once upon a time, I would spend a few minutes every weekend evening lying on the couch staring at the TV screen. Until one day, when I was still sad, I heard the melodious music in the TV. When eyes turn to the television, an extremely vivid image comes into view: a young man without arms, playing Beethoven's "Hero" on his toes in the spotlight; Every key he pressed was powerful, like he was fighting fate. At the end of his solo, Wang broke down in tears amid the applause. His name is Li Wei. He sobbed, telling how unfair his life was. He lost his arms to electrocution. He began to grind on the piano. An eight-hour day of practice left him dizzy and with toe cramps, but he persevered. Now, he was standing on this brilliantly lit stage. My vision is blurred. Compared with him, the difficulties I am facing now are just a drop in the ocean. My heart sank a little. Spring! Yes, it is a prelude to spring, a transcendent light of life. How many vicissitudes does Jiangnan spring light contain? It is also when I enter the food that I will cherish it. Spring is blooming in my heart!
ISIAH CONRADPublished 12 months ago in ConfessionsThe sea is boundless.
The sea is vast, and the sky and water are the same color as the blue sky. Looking around, the sea and the blue sky formed a horizon that seemed to be slowly rising. The bottom of the sea is even more mysterious. Thousands of fish swim around in the water, bottom bully sharks are constantly foraging, clownfish dance in pairs, sailfish are constantly competing, and I, I am a tiny life, I also live in this mysterious bottom, I am; A little fish. Before, I played in the snow-white waves, ran in the clouds, talked with Grandpa Sun about my life dream, and chased fish with Brother Shark. At night, I slept with my coral sister, resting on seaweed and leaning against the reef, but from that day on, I will never believe that there is such a thing as perfect! That day, I and the cloud sister in the race, suddenly saw a huge ship poured some "water" into the water, but the water is not clear and clean, but some black sticky "water". I want to swim and see what's going on. Before I could touch it, a pungent smell of oil hit my face. It was oil! I tried to stop them, but I saw a fishing boat coming towards me. I thought he was coming to help me, but they caught the crab brothers and the dolphin sisters in their nets on the bottom of the sea and killed them one by one. I tried to ask for help on the beach in Shanghai, but they not only ignored us, they ate us. Oh my God! Who's going to save us? I want to stop them, but what can I do? I'm just a weak fish. I think Brother Shark and Sister Gull asked for help, but I found them. They are gone. The water is no longer as clear and blue as it used to be. Grandpa Sun no longer smiled and talked with me about my life dream. Maybe they'll never come back, ever, ever. Who can tell me where Sister gull has gone? Where are all the people I ran with? Where is Grandpa Sun's smiling face? Where is the same water on the same day? Where is the clear blue water? No one can tell me, but all I can tell you is, who are they? They are; Man and hell and hell
Jozette MaidenPublished 12 months ago in Confessionsweatherproof
My family is a happy family of three. Mom and Dad and I care for each other, considerate, supportive, help, neither can't live without the other. He he's a dad, a dad who cares about me all the time. I remember when I was 6 years old, my mother was on a business trip. It was snowing and the Windows were frozen. I had a high fever lying on the bed in my room. Dad will be hot stove for a while, for a while give me water to take medicine, for a while give me temperature. A busy figure could be seen clearly on the wall. In the middle of the night, burning or not back, so my father dressed, picked me up, wrapped the quilt, took the umbrella, hurried to the hospital. Just a few steps, just listen to "chi" a sound, I quickly open hazy eyes, vaguely see the umbrella rotten a big hole, dad didn't think much, throw the umbrella, with the body to protect me, under the wind and snow difficult to take me to the hospital, I am well, but dad caught a cold...... She she was my mother, a hard-working, frugal, caring mother. That day, the teacher left a lot of homework, I wrote silently in front of the desk. Mother saw, gave me a coat on the body, and then gently moved to the bench, with me to do homework. Suddenly I looked back and saw my mother asleep on the table. Ah, at last!" Mother heard, quickly woke up from sleep, said: "hurry to sleep!" I began to check one by one. Looking at my mother's back under the lamp, my heart for a long time can not calm... I am a little girl who likes playing the piano. In my first grade examination, my legs kept shaking, "Chen Yujie ", the trumpet called my name, I walked in, and finally bid farewell to the judges with excellent results. I felt incredibly happy. My family is happy, it is full of sunshine, full of warmth. I feel proud and proud that I am a member of this family all the time. I love my family!
Cody AllenPublished 12 months ago in ConfessionsBeautiful scenery
In my life, I have tried many "firsts" and experienced many ups and downs. That summer, I went back to the countryside with my parents for the summer. My father asked me to help my grandparents transplanting rice seedlings. I went there with curiosity, came to the edge of the field, rolled up my pants legs, and carefully went underground to the field. A foot into the sink, harm I quickly hold next to the branches, steady the shaking body, slowly to the Chinese side to go, pick up seedlings, seriously put up. The seedling will float when it is put in the water. Hey, you this kind of seedlings are still serious with me, see what I do to you. Seeing my embarrassment, my father said to me, "I want to put the roots of the seedlings into the soil, not too deep, not too shallow, but just right, so that the seedlings can better absorb." I nodded and plugged it back in. After a long time, I was ready to go to rest, heard dad and grandparents laugh, confused, dad control emotions, said to me: "You see you put in the seedlings, all sorts of vertical, left crooked right." I glanced at, really ah, these seedlings like me, dejected, helpless I had to start again. Not only transplanting rice seedlings should be inserted straight, when the road of life, should also go straight. Despite a few bumps, if the crooked road can only let you wander in front of the success of the gate, never boast that. If you want to succeed, only to overcome the difficulties and obstacles on the road, the correct choice of the road in life, the courage to fight, do not easily give up, in the test of life did not bow, I believe I can become a successful strong!
TANYA HILLPublished 12 months ago in Confessions