A growing child, marry to her mother asked a small problem: "mom, married how should I grasp love?"
"Silly child, how did love can hold?" Mother is surprised to ask.
"That love why cannot grasp?" The girl doubt cross-examine.
Mother listened to the girl's culture, warm smile, then slowly squatted down from the ground, lifted a handful of sand, sent to daughter presence. Girl found that holds sand in the mother's hand, round and full, without any loss, no shining. Then the mother force of hands clench, sand immediately from the mother's fingers purging fall down. Stay mother put your hand open when, originally that holds sand is running out, its completely round shape also have been crushed it, there is no beauty in exile.
The girl looked at her mother in the hands of sand, comprehend the nod.
The original love is like sand is same, not painstaking to grasp, the more try to hold, instead of the more easily lost, lost each other should keep tolerance and understanding, nor love will therefore become no beauty of form.
Everyone hopes he can always have happiness of love, then learn with a handful of sand to treat their feelings of love, cherish it, master!