I saw new buds sprouting from the branches again

The drizzle and gentle breeze took away the silence of the disaster area, and a few new greens were faintly revealed among the branches. This little bit of green was gone from baldness. Tiao Shangzhong emerged, timidly poked his head, shook his body with ignorant joy, and bravely looked directly at the home that was once again glowing. I saw new buds sprouting from the branches again, these dots of green, this vigorous vitality.

At 14:28 on May 12, 2008, at this moment, the earth trembled, mountains collapsed, and the great rivers and mountains of the motherland no longer existed; at this moment, the mountains and rivers cried, families were broken, and people died. Fresh life was buried under the ruins. Fear suddenly enveloped the land, and it became as silent as death.

Life, where is there life? Traffic was blocked by mud and rocks, and people Suppressed by thick bricks, the small trees on the roadside could not withstand the disaster. Their branches were broken and they were lying on the bumpy roadside. The green luster of the leaves was also wiped out by this disaster. But there is hope of life hidden in the loneliness. As long as there is love, as long as people's desire for life is not annihilated, the stoic heart can beat again in the sun, and miracles can appear in this ruins - the children used With their special skills, they use their own wisdom to help their companions go to the other side of life; the teacher also stepped forward at that moment, using his body to block the huge stone slabs for the children, and using his own life to protect the immature children.

At the moment when disaster suddenly strikes, the barrier between people has long since disappeared. Love uses the most touching power to make strangers hold their arms and encourage each other. At noon on May 13, the rescue team A woman was found. She was no longer breathing. She was kneeling on her knees, her upper body crawling forward, and her hands on the ground. The rescue team confirmed that she was dead, but they found that there was a person who was three or four months old in her arms. The eldest child, the baby was unscathed under the protection of his mother. The doctor later discovered that there was a mobile phone tucked into the baby's quilt, and found that the screen of the mobile phone read: "Dear baby, if you are still alive, you must be alive." Remember that I love you."

People's soldiers, with their feet in the mud, crossed thousands of mountains and rivers to deliver relief supplies to the people in the disaster area; the brave airborne soldiers wrote a suicide note and resolutely marched from five thousand Jumping from an altitude of 10 meters; the country's leaders, with tears in their eyes, went to the front line to personally visit the victims. Hundreds of millions of compatriots have brought hope of life to the people in the disaster areas.

The drizzle and gentle breeze sent away the disaster areas. In the silence, a few new bits of green were faintly revealed among the branches. This bit of green popped out from the bald strips. He timidly poked his head, shook his body with ignorant joy, and bravely looked directly. This home is once again glowing.

I see new buds sprouting from the branches again, this little bit of green, this vigorous vitality.

Whenever the cold winter passes and spring comes, The earth revives and all things grow. After being tempered by the severe cold, new buds of various colors can be seen on the branches of the trees. Whether they are yellow, white, green or pink, all the new buds show their strength. The vitality of the new buds makes nature more beautiful, allowing the people to feel the breath of spring, see hope for the future, and be full of confidence in victory.

In this year’s 5.12 Wenchuan earthquake, many people emerged Little heroes, they are not afraid of danger in the face of disasters, and they do not bow their heads in the face of disasters, which makes me have infinite admiration. I saw on TV and newspapers: 9-year-old Lin Haoru, after the school collapsed, he risked his life and went into the ruins again and again. Carrying out injured classmates; 14-year-old Deng Qingqing, who was still reading with a flashlight in the ruins before being rescued, said that where there is light, there is hope; 11-year-old Zhang Wanji carried her 3-year-old sister on her back and moved to a resettlement site; and others Primary school students sang the national anthem and children's songs in the ruins┅┅The little friends fought against death with strength, courage, wisdom, optimism and kindness, which moved the people across the country, and also gave people a special education, allowing people to see in the devastated ruins Hope!

Earthquakes are ruthless, and there is a rainbow after the storm. The disaster will surely pass, and life will definitely start again. Friends who have lost their loved ones, friends who have lost their homes, and children who have been physically injured. My friends, I will definitely turn grief into strength and become stronger in life and study. I believe that with the care and support of the people across the country, my friends will grow up healthily. They are role models for me to learn from, and they are the sprouts of our country. They are the hope of the whole nation!

I sincerely wish the friends in the disaster area to thrive under the same blue sky and become builders when they grow up.

Let us be the pillars of our motherland!

After the harsh winter, the spring breeze kissed the earth again. On the river, the ice and snow began to melt; in the land, the grass began to sprout; on the branches, leaf buds began to sprout. They use all their strength to stretch out as much as possible to welcome the beautiful spring. Look, the soft body of the grass is fighting for its most beautiful moment, and the new buds on the branches and the delicate leaves are also thriving in the call of life. .Don’t they make us think deeply?

There is a flower in South America called the puda flower. This flower is extremely beautiful when it blooms and is one of the most beautiful words in the world. And who had ever known that this flower has The brewing process before blooming actually lasted 100 years, and he waited quietly for 100 years for the short flowering period. During the 100 years, he continued to absorb nutrients, prepare, prepare, and save energy just for this flower to bloom. A moment.

The moment when the flowers bloom is hard-won. Of course, the buds of the tree branches also come from the bloody wind. In the vast deep forest, there are many trees growing, and they have thick branches. There are countless lives growing in the trunk and branches of the big tree, even though we can’t see it yet. In spring, the big tree takes off its silver clothes and is changing into green clothes. Green clothes It crawls on the branches of the tree, and gradually the branches, the big tree, and the world are filled with green.

In this regard, what we see is the green spring, cheering for the green, praising life, and spring Singing. But who has ever thought about how much wind and rain the big tree has experienced during its growth, and how much suffering the life in the tree has endured. Let us understand the statement!

When the tree seeds have just fallen At that time, some were blown into the river, some were blown to the treetops, and some were blown to the rocks. As a result, most of the seeds were eliminated. Some seeds in the grass and soil need to go through a lot of training to be able to grow. Germination, when the tree seeds first start to germinate, if there is drought, strong wind, heavy rain, etc., only the "basically good" seeds can grow into saplings, and what kind of process will it take to grow into a big tree? Here we go Finally, those who can be called towering trees must be those with deep roots and lush leaves.

When the branches reveal green shoots, I will always think of my mother’s words, one leaf, one flower Flowers and trees are both a new life and a new hope.

That was when I was in elementary school. I always liked to climb trees and climb over walls with my good friends. I recalled the reasons for my naughtiness at that time. I just wanted to prove my abilities. Of course, I soiled my clothes, torn my pants, and got a lot of scolding from my mother.

I remember one time when it was suddenly warm but then cold. In early spring, some of our classmates were bored after school. I don’t know who said, let’s go fold apricot flowers. Others responded one after another. I also forgot who said it was on the mountain behind the school, so we went up the mountain with enthusiasm.

In the cool wind, we chatted and laughed, and soon we saw a few trees with apricot blossoms scattered on the yellow soil slope from a distance. The white flowers looked particularly special on the desolate yellow soil. Eye-catching, we rushed up with cheers, as if we had seized the fruits of victory.

We selected a few agile people to climb the tree, and a few others helped. Although it took some trouble and the hands were a little cold, we climbed up the tree. There were some thrills, one classmate almost fell from the tree, but everyone still harvested several branches, so we went home happily.

I heard that flowers are placed in bottles with salt water. , can be opened for a long time, I carefully prepared a beautiful bottle, thinking of surprising my mother when she got home.

My mother finally got off work, her face was full of exhaustion, and suddenly saw the flowers I folded, Stunned, she turned around and looked at me with a complicated look. I felt like I had done something wrong.

My mother said: "A leaf, a flower, a tree , is a life and a new hope. Don’t break it in the future, keep it on the tree, it will bring more people happiness.”

At that time, I didn’t quite understand what my mother meant. , but I know that my naughtiness was a mistake. Although my mother did not blame me, I felt a little guilty.

Now, every time Miss Chun carefully puts green clothes on the earth, I will Thinking of my mother's words, it is the bloom of life, the birth of hope at that time, we must cherish it.

The traces of the remaining winter are swept away, and spring splashes colorful paints everywhere, high or low. Apply color to pursue bright and pretty colors. Everything is peaceful and vivid. The wind softened, the swallows came, the flowers smiled, the willows grew, the river rose, the frogs croaked, the kites floated, and the buds burst

At this time, a fresh breeze blew from the window, and I suddenly felt relaxed and happy, and my heart was particularly cool.

I can’t help but think of Kay Lyon’s words: “Yesterday was a credit card, but today is cash. We must make good use of it.” There is a lot of truth hidden in this sentence. I ran out in a hurry...

On the road, my steps stopped involuntarily, and what I saw was a completely different scene. In the early morning, a thin morning mist shrouded the weather. The weather was so gentle. If you smell the air carefully, you can smell the freshness of the tree next to it. This spring, the feeling of spring is particularly strong, as strong as an unresolved dream.

It was the spring of last year. During the storm, no birds could be seen on the branches, but new buds were seen growing peacefully on the branches. The sky was dark, and the crops in the farmland had been bent. The scene made the farmers miserable, and the crops were all scarred.

In the spring of this year, I saw new buds sprouting from the branches again. It has also become the focus of passers-by. When passers-by pass by, they always say: "This year's new shoots have grown again." Yes, they have grown again, and so have they.

From that sprout, I understand that ordinary life can also contain tenacious power. That weak soul still has such strong vitality. I couldn't help but marvel. Xinya may have faith in her heart, so she has such a hard work, waiting for the sun to shine, waiting

I slid lightly across the battlefield where the war had just ended, busy taking away the souls of the dead. .

Yes, I am the God of Death. Therefore, I have to come to this place, a place that even the God of Death hates.

The earth is filled with suffocating hot dust. < /p>

He was walking in a field that was doubly decadent. There were no other people, just piles of corpses; there were no trees, only dead trees that had been cut into half by cannonballs, or that were twisted like the devil's ugly face. Made of scrap metal.

He was wearing a beret crookedly, dragging the butt of a rifle that was riddled with holes. Apart from bandages, he was wearing a military uniform whose color could no longer be distinguished. He His face was covered with scars and dust, and only a pair of strong, firm eyes were still staring ahead.

After death? What is he thinking about? Hating war? I don’t know, I drift silently Behind him. He was almost there. Although he was still walking, no, it could almost be said to be crawling, but the blood of his military uniform was soaked through his body, telling me that he could not hold on much longer. So, I lightened The ground was floating, walking leisurely, waiting for him to fall and easily take away his tired soul.

He still staggered, stepped over a mound, and climbed over Another trench, and another, and another.

Interesting, I have never seen anyone so stubborn and so resistant to me. However, people will eventually leave the world with me. Wait a little longer and return. What's there?

He is still crawling. I am still following. Why is he still unwilling to leave? Is it possible that this dusty world is so worthy of nostalgia? Anyway, he also knows His departure was almost a foregone conclusion. But why did he still crawl with all his strength despite the physical pain? Why did his eyes still stare firmly at the place behind the mound?

God also I would be curious, so I flew over the mound in front of him and saw what he was pursuing so hard.

After 16 springs, I feel that there is nothing special. Although there is heavy rain and snow in the south this year A little while ago, but after breaking free from the shackles of the severe cold, the spring that had been eulogized, praised, and longed for by countless literati and poets, and the blood was boiling, has returned to its old state - the grass and trees are sprouting, ants are crawling around, and the sun is warm. , take off the thick clothes. This happens every year, over and over again. New shoots will appear every year, proving that it is still alive. There is nothing surprising. Even a fool knows that the grass and trees that do not sprout are dead. I really wonder, these days Over the past hundred years, thousands of poets and writers have come up with so much coquettishness and pretentiousness, singing songs every year. Frogs had four legs ten thousand years ago, and the sun patrols once a year. When the weather is hot, you have to take off your cotton-padded jacket. What’s the point? “See you again,” I tell you, you will see you again, see you again, and I will not see you if I don’t want to see you. But it is impossible for a frog to have 8 legs. Would you be able to bear it if you were like a dog wearing a fur coat on a hot day? It's boring, it's really boring. You just go crazy and write so many sour poems and bad words, and waste so much paper. and trees, I still think it’s not original enough, but now it comes out again

I was asked to complete such an imbecile essay question in such a short period of time, which made me as crazy as you. There is a process for getting crazy well. You just slapped your butts and came up with a stupid proposition. We We had no choice but to go crazy in a hurry. Hey, I said, we just want to be crazy. Can this be really crazy? With a wave of your hands and feet, we will go crazy. If you stare, we will immediately return to the original state. , are you so domineering? Oh, spring, boring spring; ah, trees, stupid trees. It is spring that idles around and makes the trees sprout buds stupidly, so that I can only be depressed and helpless. I am dying to write this damn essay.

Of course, some weird and novel things happen every spring. Women are in high spirits at this time of year, but the clothes are getting less and less worn. Oh, if you wear them on your body, Two fishnet-like things are also called when you are wearing clothes. A shiny metal gadget is hung on the exposed belly button. The human part is a knot after cutting the "rope", even if you hang a flower pot, it is Daffodils can't grow. Hehe, if something like cauliflower does grow one day, yo, you'll be in big trouble. Maybe they have been dreaming about "old trees sprouting new shoots". , but they are not trees, they can only "sprout" once in their life. The teacher said that is called development. No matter what you call it, that's it. If you want to sprout new buds on the branches, you must fully possess the growth DNA of trees. It's a pity that humans It's not that clever. It can be said that if we are always forced to follow the current teaching method, God, humans will never be so clever, hoping that fresh buds of youth will burst out from dry arms? Haha, I don't think so. Don't think about it. Otherwise, it will burn out your brain. Look at the low-waisted pants worn by those beauties. I confidently say that human beings still have potential and their creativity is wonderful. Look, as long as they squat, half of their buttocks are exposed. In front of your eyes, alas, I have never seen so many butts of all kinds. This is the real symphony of spring songs, a wonderful and fun picture, and maybe only stupid pigs will look forward to it blankly. What kind of things like vomiting and buds? Hey, don’t be angry, I’m not talking about you. I have a question for you, why are some girls’ faces white but their butts black?

To be honest, teacher, I don’t want to make you angry, although many times you are definitely angry for no reason. You are not the only stubborn and pedantic person, many people are like you, maybe You want to change all this, but you are unable to do so. I don’t blame you, because you are a good person. I am also a good person. Although sometimes I am a bit mean-mouthed and like to talk nonsense, I swear that my heart is as pure and beautiful as crystal. As noble as a pine tree. I know that I am just an inconspicuous orchid in your grass garden. I cannot grow into a towering tree, nor can I be fragrant. At most, I will only expose half of my butt to the world like some people do. , but this is also part of the fashion spring. Without grass, the majesty and tallness of big trees cannot be shown. Similarly, without the existence of those of us who dare to expose our weaknesses, how can people identify what is true and what is hypocrisy? What makes me sad is that you smiled in front of me, but behind your back, you wrote your true words on a note and secretly passed it to my parents. So, what was originally a warm and sunny day suddenly turned into a dark and windy night. My father Slap my face, my mother kicked my butt, mixed male and female doubles. At this moment, whether it is my face or my butt, it is extremely difficult to say: "Teacher, I love you."

We are both living under the vast sky. Why do natural people build so many fences and walls to hinder the free expression of human nature and harm the harmony and tranquility between people? If I were a potato with mud, just let me bring the mud, okay

I was lying on the bed, covered with quilt. I looked at the flying leaves outside the window. They were blown out of order by the wind. Occasionally, I could see a few leaves hanging on the treetops that were shivering like me. The leaves, of course, are already crumbling. Even if a butterfly passes its wings below the mountain, they can no longer hold on. However, how can there be butterflies at this time? I smiled bitterly, not even a sparrow would show up.< /p>

Look at this room, the white walls, the white floor, the white bedding. Everything in the hospital adds a cold atmosphere to this silent winter. The disease seems to love this kind of atmosphere the most, and keeps lingering there. My body was raging. Cold, illness, and loneliness were really a challenge for me! "Can I survive this winter?" I hesitated.

"Squeak! "In the silent ward, even the sound of the door opening was like the earth was shaking. "Are you feeling better?

"My father's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of breaking the glass. "It's better." I closed my eyes and squeezed out three words from my mouth. "Are you hungry?" My stomach heard my father say this. I asked, and really started to coo.

“Come on! Try it. It’s all your favorites.” My dad served me a bowl of porridge. There were all kinds of porridge in the bowl. Rice, and pumpkin. It was steaming. After swallowing it in one gulp, the whole esophagus was warm. Gradually, my hands became warm. "Guess what's in it?" Dad pretended to be mysterious. "I don't know." I said. After filling my mouth, my dad looked at me and smiled lovingly. I was stunned, and a warm current rushed into my body. My dad didn't seem to notice, "There are rice, millet, and barley." I no longer wanted to listen. Some warm liquid swirled in my eyes.

It seems that winter is not so cold anymore, and maybe not so lonely. Just like this, my parents will come to the hospital to accompany me. A little girl and I were transferred to the same ward. As a 6-year-old child, she would collect snow and bring it into the room, letting me watch it melt quickly to prove the indoor temperature. In short, these days are really happy and full of the warmth of home. In the hospital What can be more comfortable than the warmth of home?

I don’t know when the disease slipped away and I was discharged from the hospital. On the way home, I saw that the bare branches had already New buds sprouted quietly, shallow, tender, and small.

Spring! Spring has come again, everything has revived, and new buds are seen on the branches again.

I seem to have gained a new life. Winter is so difficult, but because of the loving company of my parents, its torture is so insignificant. Just like a tree, the cold wind blows it bald. , as soon as the spring breeze blows, it will spit out new buds.

Spring returns to the earth, and there are trees and rows of trees in the fields, beside the roads, in front of and behind the houses, tall and short. , straight, bent, upright, fallen... Whether it is a bare branch that has been blown away by the biting cold wind, or a branch that is still hanging with green leaves, it has quietly sprouted new buds, tender and tender. , emerald green, or light yellow, or light green, or slightly pink...

I remember that my father and I planted that little poplar tree together. My father said that people in the past planted trees and people in the future would enjoy the shade. You Do you understand the meaning? I was only 5 years old at the time. I was ignorant and filled the soil with water. It was fun.

The little white poplar slowly grew up with the alternation of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. ; In the warm embrace of my parents, I gradually became sensible. Summer evenings are what I like and yearn for the most, because then I can listen to my parents and neighbors talking about common things by the tree, and listen to them tell those folk legends, which makes me feel special. It was pleasant. Until one day when the neighbor's house was built with white lime, the green leaves of the poplar tree began to turn yellow and fall off, and the trunk gradually withered... It was still the same in the spring of the second year. My father had to reject it.

Kindergarten, elementary school, junior high school, high school, and university. I lived a leisurely life all my life. My food and clothing were as good as anyone else’s, and I never had any pressure in study. They said it was a “ten-year cold window” but what I experienced What I got was happiness and satisfaction. After completing my studies, I was still so lucky and became a people's teacher. My father smiled particularly brightly that day. The school was only 2 miles away from home, but my father spent more than 6,000 yuan to buy it for me. Riding a motorcycle, he smiled and said that he would be able to find a good wife this way. Later, his wife had a child, and the whole family enjoyed family happiness. However, such days were too short.

The first day after marriage In the second year, my father's condition started to tilt to one side and became more and more serious after a few days of infusion. I felt a bad premonition, so I took my father for a color ultrasound. After the doctor said two words, I never listened again. Let’s talk about the next thing. Brain tumor. My father is only 50 years old. He has worked hard all his life and just wants some happiness. My father has been working on behalf of the family to far away places since he was a teenager, moving rocks, digging trenches, and pushing boulders with a small cart. When I was in my 20s, I went to the Northeast alone - only a basin and some kitchen utensils. Later I started repairing canvases for others, and things improved a bit. The family's life gradually improved, and my father's prestige in the village became higher and higher. Neighbors always come to my father to solve problems when they encounter problems. As long as his father comes forward, Mao Dun will always be invisible. When he was working in Dalian, my father once hired a strong man from Harbin to work, but he only worked for one day and it seemed like a long time. The strong man contracted pneumonia and stayed in the hospital for several days. His father not only paid all the medical expenses but also paid him wages according to the number of days. The strong man took the money and knelt down in front of his father and said, "Good man." "Brother, you are a good person." God did not favor his father because of his kindness. His father was walking on the road and was hit by a car.

The driver was from Dalian. Fortunately, my father woke up quickly, but his wrist was comminuted and fractured. Normally, he would have to be hospitalized in this situation, but the driver repeatedly told the family's plight, and got off in front of the traffic police and his father. He knelt down, obviously afraid that his father would ask him for more money. But not only was his father not hospitalized, but he was treated in a small hospital. It only cost a few hundred yuan, and there was no need for food or nutrition or lost work. Even the local traffic police Said, you are really good at looking after others.

At home, my father gave all the money he earned to grandma, while my uncle kept all his salary for himself when he needed money. But I wanted it for my family. My uncle's wedding was held with great splendor and was of the highest standard in the village. All expenses, including building the house, were earned by my father. After the family split, my father also gave the new house to his younger brother. But the kind-hearted father never thought that his younger brother, whom he cared for like his own son, would try his best to plot against his biological brother after they got married and separated and had children. It was when he learned that his father had brain disease. When he was suffering from cancer and needed money urgently, he only lent two thousand yuan. My father’s heart was broken.

This is my father. Can I let such a father leave so early? It is said that good people are not rewarded, and the harm lasts for a thousand years. No matter what other people do, I, as a son, want to keep my father alive even if I bankrupt my family.

After the examination, I held back my tears and accompanied my father home without telling him the truth. The next day, I went to Qilu Hospital alone with the film. As soon as the doctor saw the film, he loudly said, why is the tumor so big that the patient is not hospitalized? Such a large tumor may kill the patient at any time. I After hearing this, I rushed home in a hurry. It was already six o'clock in the afternoon. I didn't discuss it with my family, so I directly found a taxi and rushed home. I asked my mother to pack some clothes. I took all my family's savings and hurriedly got in the car. At this time, my wife held my daughter and asked me what was going on. I just said that you and our mother should take good care of the child and leave the rest alone. To be honest, I was very grateful to my wife. She didn't say a word "no" at that time. , and didn’t ask again. I grew up in the arms of my parents and never encountered anything. But at this time, I wanted to cure my father’s illness without any hesitation.

It was already dark when I arrived in Jinan. However, there were no beds in Qilu Hospital, so my father and I had to go to the cancer hospital. Unfortunately, there were no beds in the cancer hospital, so we had to stay in a small hotel nearby. The next day, we went to see the doctor early in the morning, but we got The answer was still to wait for two more days. At night, my father couldn't sleep and kept hiccupping. I didn't care at first, but it still didn't stop after an hour. It's one o'clock, don't go, we'll talk about it tomorrow. I didn't listen and went to the hospital to wake up the doctor on duty. Maybe it was because I called him a sweet dream, maybe he lacked medical ethics, maybe he yelled at me. Shouting, shouting, what the hell was going on. But they wouldn’t open the door for me, so I had to explain the situation through the door. I just heard, “It’s okay, go back, we’ll talk about the brain tumor tomorrow.” What kind of doctor is this? I was thinking in my mind at that time I don’t know how many times I scolded me. After I got back, my father still sat on the edge of the bed and hiccupped all the time. My tears started to flow down my face. I was afraid that my father would see me secretly going out and say to wash my face. In fact, my father had already seen it. He said, it’s okay. The hiccups are quite comfortable. I can't sleep, so go to sleep quickly.

However, there are no beds for several days. I wait in the corridor of the inpatient department every morning and noon, hoping that there will be beds, but I am always disappointed. Fortunately, after the daily infusion, my father was able to sleep for a while despite the hiccups, and I could calm down a little. Finally, we got a bed on the fifth day, and the surgery was scheduled for two days later (we had done it before) Various examinations). I called my mother. I knew that what my father needed most at this time was my mother. Fortunately, my mother had a big heart, and she comforted me not to be anxious or afraid. Everything went very smoothly. My father survived. But the doctor told me that my father’s tumor was malignant grade 4, the most serious, which can last up to two years. I was walking aimlessly in the hospital yard alone, as if I had lost my soul, and finally found myself under a big tree. I stopped, opened my mouth to cry loudly, and passed out. At that time, I wished I had a brother or sister to share my burden, and I wished I had someone to talk to. At that time, I felt so helpless, and I finally knew what grief was.

My father's mentality is very good. When people ask about his illness, he always says that it's okay. Everything has been removed and he feels very good now. In the evening, he and his father were taking a rest in front of the house. The father suddenly said, "My son You see, that tree among us has sprouted. It is really tenacious. Really, he risked it again

New shoots appeared, tender, green, and full of vitality and vitality. At that time, I thought that my father would definitely survive, definitely not just for two years.

It has been four years since my father’s surgery. Still healthy, still like to work, and occasionally drink a little wine.

Father's love is deep and filial piety is sincere. Good people will be rewarded!