What  are you thinking on your w

        Dear friend, what are you thinking about driving a car on your way home? Dear friends, I would like to greet you: "I want to know:" on the way home, what are you doing? Are you driving, still going back to the unhappy things that have happened to you today? Or are you thinking about the details of what needs to be promoted in today's work? Where isn't it in place? Or tomorrow, where should you go? What kind of song will you sing tomorrow? "

What  are you thinking on your way home, my dear friend?（Translation of original works）

        I'm telling you, my dear friend, on my way home, I often don't forget to set the speed of my car, forty yards. Because it's only on the slow road. I can think better about what I want to do in the future and what I want to enjoy now. I'm not going to bother my mind with a high-speed car. This is neither safe nor troublesome. On my way home, I'll sing Denver's "country Road take me home". People are eager for big cities, people are eager to Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, such a prosperous city, as a soul collision, the best place to find their lovers. But I still love Kant. Because he never left his hometown. I love, hometown of the landscape, I love the hometown of the people. 20 years ago. I hate my hometown, abandon my hometown, I hate myself. But 20 years later, when I accepted the imperfect beauty, ugly, selfish me, I also fell in love with my hometown, the mountain of my hometown, and the water of my hometown. Fell in love with my hometown, dear people. There is no more prejudice in my eyes, no more despair in my mind. There's no more broken in my heart. All that remains is peace, blessing, happiness, peace, comfort from God's blessing.

What  are you thinking on your way home, my dear friend?（Translation of original works）

        On my way home, I mumbled that my favorite singer was the greatest singer, creator and artist of the 20th century, Michael Jackson, who had been 10 years away. His moving rhythm. Rich and changeable slit throat, let my heart, so that the soul is released, has been promoted. Let me this body contains a loved soul, become noble, become ponderable, become rich, become smooth, become sacred. So that's why I often go to the art museum, to the library. For human life is like a tree standing outside if it is not pruned by the workers. The tree certainly won't grow what people want. Only a pruned man and a man who has been constantly learning can his soul bring forth beautiful flowers and bring forth rich fruits. Let people in tasting fruit, also do not forget to praise: "this year's harvest, really beautiful ah, this year's fruit is really sweet ah!" On the way home, I will remember that I want to see tomorrow. What kind of clothes does my favorite lover wear? What was the first thing you said to me? Her smiling face, what's hidden in it? I want to open my heart. Oh, I'm gonna open my heart. Still asleep, lovely soul who wants to fall in love. Let the soul be filled with the taste of love and the heart of love.

What  are you thinking on your way home, my dear friend?（Translation of original works）

        As I was driving along the road, I saw that the light in front of me was no longer dark. But my heart is still dark, what can make my heart no longer dark, that is, I go home easy, that is, I go home on the way to release, is that I go home on the way to think about the things done tomorrow. Today is visible, yesterday is invisible. Tomorrow is eternal and invisible. What is done is short-lived, and what is done in the future is eternal. For the eternal things, I am willing to endure, I am willing to do things for tomorrow and continue to run. If you think of what you can do in your life, can you give you the future? The compound interest? Then please don't stop the thing in your hand, don't stop the pen you've already brought up. Don't stop what you've been singing in your mouth. You pick up the camera to take beautiful pictures, to pursue your inner world. Write your inner words, let the world discover you, let you praise the world!

What  are you thinking on your way home, my dear friend?（Translation of original works） What  are you thinking on your way home, my dear friend?（Translation of original works）