Whoa. Salam semua. Semalaman tak update entri. Sibuk makan, tengok wayang dan jalan-jalan sempena hari ibu! Ahaks! Kalau kakak saya dah update entri mengenai ibu, saya tak mahu la. Ibu sama kan? Kira halal la.. Ahahahaha. Lagi pun, anda sudah kenal ibu saya yang rock, cantik, seksi dan vouge itu kan? Tak kenal? Nak kenal jugak? Dah-dah, jangan nak nangis-nangis! Nah! Ambik ni!
jangan tergoda sudah! Mak saya okay!!!
Vouge kan??? Agagagaga
Dah kenal? Sudah-sudah. Saya kenalkan sekali je. Lepas ni dah tak de dah! Tadi, saya selongkar email. Selongkor punya geledah sampai berterabur folder tu, jumpa satu email dari kawan saya! Terpegun. Ternga-nga, eh, tak-tak! Terpegun je! Nga-nga besar-besar kang, masuk lalat pulak. Haih.
Gambar yang saya nak tunjukkan ni memang indah! Berubah setahun 4 kali dan tak berubah tempat? Eh, pening ke? Hurm, gambar di bawah ini nanti ialah gambar sebuah tempat yang melalui 4 musim iaitu musim tengkujuh, ribut dan panas gersang! Eh, silap lagi, melalui 4 musim iaitu musim panas, bunga, salji dan luruh!
Musim bunga
Musim panas
Musim luruh
Musim salji
Tempat yang sama, Dalam email itu ada diselitkan cerita tentang gambar-gambar di atas! Teruja! Saya tersentuh dengan cerita itu! Cerita tentang seorang lelaki yang mempunyai 4 orang anak lelaki!
There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.
The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall.
When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.
The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted. The second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of promise.
The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.
The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.
The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree's life.
He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.
If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall.
Moral:
Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest.
Don't judge life by one difficult season.
Persevere through the difficult patches
and better times are sure to come some time or later.
The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall.
When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.
The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted. The second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of promise.
The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.
The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.
The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree's life.
He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.
If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall.
Moral:
Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest.
Don't judge life by one difficult season.
Persevere through the difficult patches
and better times are sure to come some time or later.
