When we give flowers to others, the first thing to smell is ourselves; when we grab mud and throw it at others, our hands are dirty first. Everyone is a seed, began to bud, the need to break through the tired soil and gravel, through the sun and rain. When you are temporarily confined to the dark, do not lose heart, do not impatient, quietly absorb nutrients, and strive to take a deeper foundation, patience, and eventually will usher in the most beautiful bloom. You know, all the pay will be rewarded, but the flowering of each seed is not the same.