Today google tells me that it is the anniversary of Kongzi naciminento of Confucius for friends, so wise, so traditional, so its people, Qufu, that place, two-three hours bus from Taishan, where I could never eat worse, boiled pork knee and a terrible egg dish with tomato (the mythical xihongshi chaojidan impossible to go wrong, safe bet in any Chinese except in Qufu).
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And then shows the form as follows: 有 朋 自 远方 来, 不亦乐乎 (You peng zi yuan fang lai, bu yi hu him), that is, is not one of the greatest pleasures in life to have friends visiting from afar?
My friends, good, sincere, sympathetic. Absolute complicity, the time is not happening. Life is short to waste time reading bad books - a phrase coined by the grandfather of a great friend, and spending time with the hypocrisy and falsehood. Aléjome all that, now we're older.
In this case I was the visitor, and has also been a great pleasure: friends, family, wedding and my Madriles. The return may be difficult, but that's life, sacrifice and joy. A little of the two, in our home Pekingese, and how lucky I have, that the obstacle course the more I want to run with who, when they are the best hits of the moment.
