Haemorrheological nature deep night, cold air attacks, the moonlight, only according to a sad man.
One meter sunshine, even for a moment, warm greeting is life.
Night is deep, in this cold awe-inspiring winter, cold wind hit people.
Has no pedestrians on the road, and there are body enveloped by the night, I walk alone.
The home of the moon, hazy and half rounds of waning moon, through the clouds drift, the canopy of the heavens.
Don't see a few stars of the night, moonlight, according to the taste of a sad man, only spread in the dark.
Extension road in the feet, but the wind in the search without scruple.
Have slightly sick body, let the cold ling and tease.
Although the waning moon through the awning, without the usual flow cream poured, still see the light.
Village pinpricks cold light in the distance, in the rich in the night.
Cars roared, sparkling lights, more like a bully, but make the person can't see the route.
Raise the dust all the way, blurring the line of sight, only to escape, so as not to swallow with dust.
Trees along the road, like sitting in the old monk, unconcerned with a lonely figure, wandering in the wind.
All the dead leaves in the wind, and rustling noise inside the aimlessly.
Thousands of miles without crowing, wan xiang empty dog, is now a feature of countryside.
Like sleeping beast of distant mountains, black heart-pounding, feeling really is the deep end.
Only the sky shining stars, began to appear, a night journey began coming to an end.
The emergence of the phosphor, means that the east is no longer far away the sky was a fish-belly grey.
The moonlight sun, straw coagulate frost.
In the early morning is the sky, cloud fades, restore the blue world.
Red sun flares, although it was the winter morning, a warm heart surge, throughout the whole body.
Longitudinal is the warmth of the sun, one meter for a coming from the darkness, is infinite joy.
Stepping a pale and hard country road, the sun is no longer heavy.
The cold still dignified, clear the frost has spread thin on the field.
Enjoy the one meter sunshine, because see you smile.
Through the long night, finally traced the source of sunshine.
The sun, it is you greetings, and in this lifetime.
Is it because there is a kind of tacit understanding of mind? Don't let me lost in the dark?
Otherwise, how to choose the direction of the so, along the way.
Tho a belief, guides the journey, as if know greetings waiting in front of you.
Is a kind of contract, or a coincidence? Sunshine on my body, with a little bit tired and joy.
Author jia cuo rotation of the wheel, can find incarnations of waiting.
Prostrate body kiss the earth of pilgrimage, leave your mark on the stroke of the stone.
I don not know, in the long black, the clouds drift with the waning moon through the night.
I walked through the oblivious to the scenery along the way, heard the rustling of leaves cry still palpable walk between heaven and earth.
When the dawn will dawn blossoms in the eyes, nu skin is your shadow and heat, alert the pace and heart tired.
There is someone singing the other shore flower, the shore leaves fall, I can't believe, is right in front of you stop.
Last night, desolate feeling is in memory of ferment, only you the warmth of sunshine, melting the haze of the heart.
Life is a life time, plant an autumn, can't sigh the life, so someone a reunion in the beyond this life.
It should also be lamented, we meet at this time?
A choice, seems to be a kind of predestination, and this kind of predestination, is fit to each other.
Not a doomed, not a must, only the care of each other in the warm sublimation, just feel.
You are the one meter sunshine, warm because of you, because I need to, because the sun always warm object.
Everyone has their own sunshine, every inch of sunshine have their own warm object.
Because of each other is in the right direction of waiting and hard work, to get warm now.
In the face of the warmth of sunshine, even if only the poor one meter sunshine, is a kind of happiness.
Don't need to use the landscape of the tang poetry, even with the chiangnan misty rain rendering is redundant.
Only waiting for the efforts, hong thai travel is the real meaning of find your warm.
Which meet, need through the test of the darkness of the night.
The night only enveloped the poor body, thought already determined the pace of the forward.
Therefore, when tired, you greetings, and the one meter sun is shining on the mind.
Regards to life, only need you this one meter sunshine is enough!
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AT A post-drop-off coffee with school mums the other morning, talk turned to Things People Regret Before They Die, and how more spending more time on housework or in the office isn’t ever one of them – but more time with family, and especially small children, often is. One mother, who works full-time, made a face and said: “Please, stop. I can’t bear to talk about it. I feel guilty all the time.”
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Working mothers keep their guilt to themselves, because they are well aware that society is waiting in the wings with buckets of the stuff to tip over them at every opportunity. Every time a new and judgemental report comes out about how it is ‘better’ for children if they don’t go into daycare until the age of three, or – worse again – exposing the sometimes shocking inadequacies of our crèche system, working mothers everywhere respond by trooping the colour; putting their bravest face on over deep despair, and setting forth. Some produce the economic argument – ‘I can’t afford not to work. I don’t have a choice, and so I refuse to be made to feel miserable about possible repercussions on my children.’ Others will insist that ‘working mothers are good role models, and my kids do not need me hovering around them 24 hours a day.’
Both have a perfectly valid point to make Secondary School, but the problem is that any debate is always defensive. There is so much judgement around mothers and whether they work or not (think how vicious the media gets around ‘welfare mothers,’ even though they are ostensibly doing something ‘good’, which is staying at home with small children), that the automatic starting point for any discussion on the matter is not honest admission, it is the sound of heels being dug in on both sides.
And so these working mothers may not know that stay-at-home mothers often feel guilty too. Not all, of course, but many. I have at various times over the last ten years heard mothers who don’t work outside the home confide that they feel they are not setting the best example to their children. That they worry they have wasted their education and experience and are not inspiring their children, boys and girls alike, to believe that women can achieve in the world. Ask these at-home mothers what they wish for their daughters, and the response is often ‘a good career,’ rather than ‘a chance to stay at home.’
Setting an example
Meanwhile, the world is a vastly more expensive place than ever before, and it is pretty unlikely that our kids are going to succeed without financial help from us. And so, other stay-at-home mothers, having absorbed the inevitable loss of income that comes with not working, agonise that when the time comes for their children to launch themselves, these same children will think ‘Gosh, I’d take the loan of a deposit on a house over all those afternoons playing Animal Snap, any day.’ Those same women worry that they will have given so much to child-rearing that, when the children are gone nu skin, they will have a hard time filling their days. ‘I don’t want to one of those parents who clings,’ a friend said recently, as she tried to reconcile herself to a teenage daughter who had abruptly lost interest in spending any time with her.
Elsewhere, there are mothers who feel conflicted and frustrated, who would like to work, but don’t wish to leave their children. Their fear is that this frustration will seep into domestic life, like water through a sandbag, and prevent them being the mothers they would like to be. Anyone who has ever spent a cold wet afternoon in the house, snapping at small children and secretly wondering where all the strategic tolerance formerly displayed to co-workers has gone, will empathise with that.
‘Choice’ is quite often a fantasy
The thing is, all of these worries – of both working and non-working mothers – are nonsensical, in that most of us do not – cannot – plan our lives in clinical isolation. We do what we have to do, when we have to do it. Sometimes circumstances change and we do something different, or we find that we can no longer continue as we were, and we so move heaven and earth in order to do something else. If we’re lucky, we get a break and can maybe take a few years off, or go part-time. But ‘choice’ in the way of a set of possibilities between which we can carefully select the most appealing, is not just a luxury, it is quite often a fantasy.
And yet we feel guilty anyway. Guilt may not be the defining emotion of motherhood, but it is certainly one of the most consistent Combination House. Like death and taxes, it’s a sure thing. A nasty little virus, it burrows into so much of what we do and rots it from the inside. And the fact that it is a useless emotion, depressing rather than galvanising, doesn’t stop us. However, we are probably better at calling it in others than ourselves.
And so when the working mother begged us to stop that morning, we stopped. And then we rushed to remind her of the important things – ‘your children are lovely, and happy, and they accept their world for what it is.’ Because another of the Things People Regret Before They Die is not being kind enough.