
My father and mother gave us the roots and wings; roots are the family and personal characteristics and wings are the way we were brought up for us to live in this world as rational human beings without being a burden to the society.
Ah, fill the cup - what boots it to repeat; How time is slipping underneath our feet; Unborn tomorrow and dead yesterday; Why fret about them if today be sweet! [Omar Khayyam]
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