Youth inspirational struggle story: brush the bottle in your hand first. Author: Jiang
This is an era in which everyone pursues success. In the past, we only saw the bright side of successful people, but we knew little about their experiences, accumulation and hardships.
1975/kloc-Jin Zhiguo, who graduated from high school at the age of 0/9, was assigned to Qingdao Brewery to brush bottles. At that time, the high school culture was not low, and he felt very wronged. The bottles he brushed are often reworked. After being accused by the quality inspector again, he threw the bottle on the ground and said, "I won't wait!" " "On the brink of conflict. At this time, an old master hurriedly pulled him over and asked with a bottle, "Jin, does your father drink beer?" "Jin Zhiguo answered yes." Well, you have to brush the bottle now, because the wine in it may have been drunk by your father. You don't want the old man to drink those bars with dirty bottles, do you? If you can't do such a simple job well, who believes you can do other things well? "The master said that he carefully brushed the bottle and set an example for him.
"No matter how far the goal is, we must start with brushing the bottle." Lao shifu's words have always inspired Jin Zhiguo. Since then, Jin Zhiguo's attitude has obviously changed. Not only did he never rework again, but he also wondered how to brush the bottle cleanly and efficiently. He continued to grow until he became the president and chairman of Tsingtao Brewery.
"If you don't accumulate steps, there will be no miles; The thousand-year-old adage "You can't build a river without accumulating steps" is still a wise saying. The small wine bottle contains the wisdom of hard work. Efforts come from lofty goals. Without a goal, there is no direction and no motivation. On the day when he was elected as the chairman of Tsingtao Brewery, Jin Zhiguo told the staff about his experience in that year: "My goal started with brushing bottles. During my days as a bottle washer, I was very happy and efficiently created the "myth" of keeping rows of beer bottles in order and in place. Then he said humorously, "I, the chairman of the board, don't have any special skills, but I brush bottles carefully." From today on, I will paint the bottles of Tsingtao Beer cleaner and more beautiful than others. Of course, this requires everyone to brush the bottles in their hands cleanly and beautifully. "
Small wine bottles contain great wisdom. In nature, a seed will not fall into fertile soil and enter the gap. It indomitable through the rocks, blooming green, enough to set off the whole spring. Similarly, in adversity, being strong is particularly valuable. Hawking's beautiful life in a wheelchair, Helen looking for light in the dark, Sima Qian's forbearance is more important than Taishan's masterpiece, and Shi Tiesheng's unremitting questioning in suffering &; Hellip& amphellip is strong and reaches the height of life.
Small wine bottles enrich the wisdom of passion. Brushing wine bottles is actually a simple job. The endless cycle makes many people feel bored. Jin Zhiguo is passionate about painting bottles. We often say: "The stage is as big as the heart." There is also a proverb in the west: "self-confidence is young, but fear is old;" Hope is young, despair is ancient; Years only corrode your skin, but if you lose your passion, your soul is no longer young. "With this spirit of doing simple things to the extreme, Jin Zhiguo promoted not only the quality of work, but also the realm of life and the value of being a man.
Come to think of it, everyone's work life is a wine bottle to be brushed. As long as we brush it clean and beautifully wholeheartedly, the wine will be mellow and delicious.
Youth inspirational struggle story: swimming by the river I was born by the Jialing River. When I was a child, I listened to Gong's songs and watched the waves beat on the beach and flooded the red sorghum. Now, there are no wooden boats on the river, and there are no gongs and sails for ferrymen, but these are branded in my memory forever.
When I was a child, the water in Jialing River was clear and transparent, and the waves rippled. Flocks of small fish play around naked friends, making them splash and laugh again and again. Open your eyes and dive to the bottom of the river, follow the figure of fish, choose shiny pebbles and look for the legendary Golden Bamboo Palace &; Hellip& amphellip is for this. I don't know how many times I was punished by the teacher and rewarded by my father, which made my mother worry.
I grew up playing by the Jialing River. Every summer, the beach becomes our paradise. Every day after lunch, before going to school, the friends are all adults and sneak to the river. We have a special sign language. We don't need to talk. We just need to stretch out the index finger and middle finger of our right hand and bounce up and down alternately, which means we are going to "take a bath" (swim) in the river.
On the beach, take off your clothes as quickly as possible, leave your clothes on the beach at will, jump into the river happily and enjoy the feeling of being immersed in the cool river.
At that time, there were hundreds of swimmers on the beach every day, mostly teenagers, but also a few middle-aged and elderly people, all of whom were men. It's like a convention. People don't even think about wearing pants. Everyone is naked against each other, without any embarrassment or shyness. Very real.
In the surging river, we swam and swam to our heart's content. After enough swimming, we ran ashore with wet water drops, fell sprawled and rolled back and forth on the soft beach, covered in silver sand. After a while, the sun dried the water vapor, and the silver sand was completely shaken off with a pat.
Sometimes, we will dig out sticky tidal mud in the shallows, build a slide several meters long on the shore, just like Haloxylon ammodendron in the park, and then sit down naked. With a whoosh, we will slide from the slide into the river and set off waves.
Sometimes, we will mix silver sand and water into paste, hold it in our hands, and let the paste slowly drip from our fingers to form various shapes, some like towers and some like peaks, then wash it off with water and come back.
When swimming, if a sailboat passes by, the friends will swim out quickly, sneak up on the sailboat and quickly grab the wooden rudder at the stern. This is called "Ba Rudder". After grasping the wooden rudder, they will follow the sailboat upstream effortlessly until they are found by the boatman, scolded on the boat and then swim back with a smile.
We all taught ourselves to swim, and no teacher taught us. With the improvement of technology, I like to go surfing by the river. As long as a motorized boat passes by, we will swim out and get close to the boat. As soon as the boat passes the prodigal son, it will send you to the top and then throw you into the abyss. That feeling is great. It was so exciting that we forgot everything in the world. We also like to go to the beach, especially during the flood season. Let's walk for a while, then get into the water and go downstream. Sometimes, just a backstroke, lying on the water, watching the blue sky, listening to the sound of water, how free, how natural and unrestrained, how carried away, the water is getting more and more wonderful, and the green hills on both sides of the strait flash by, which is a bit like "the canoe has passed Chung Shan Man".
What impressed me most about swimming by the river was the fight in the middle of the river. The first shot was fired at the industrial school at the gate. At that time, our friend was only twelve or thirteen years old, tied his shorts on his head and swam across the river to see the scene after the shooting.
Swimming can strengthen physical fitness and exercise the mind. Every year, people drown by the river, and the school has issued a ban, but we can swim as we like, and swimming makes us bold and cautious. Relaxed and happy; Swimming teaches us to go forward bravely and not be afraid of difficulties.
Youth inspirational struggle story: how much fullness you can get if you can resist gossip on the road; What is sarcasm? Why should we care about poor people who don't even know what their dreams are? What is a blow? As long as the heart is not dead, it has the power to keep beating &; hellip& amphellip
These lines of meaningful small print seem to have been written by a gentle and intellectual woman. Now it was photographed and became the wallpaper of his mobile phone lock screen.
He is a very quiet person, sometimes quietly let others ignore his existence. That's good, he often thinks so.
He said, I am one of his few friends. He said that he prefers to stay in his own world, where he doesn't have to face the noise of the world. Enjoy, this is his favorite English word, enjoyyourself, enjoy yourself, only enjoy yourself is the happiest time.
On the way, he described his relationship with his dreams like this. However, he also admits that occasionally he does feel helpless and lonely.
He said that when chatting with several colleagues at this time last year, he inadvertently mentioned that from now on, I am afraid that few people can understand themselves. The colleague replied, yes, you have become so strange, who can understand. He smiled helplessly and stopped saying a word. Fortunately, he never expected them to understand.
Excuse me, what about your dream? Do you still mention it to others now?
I-my request is simple. Wherever the wind blows, I will go and wait for the day when the wind blows again. I don't need the recognition of this noisy world, I will find myself a quiet paradise.
It seems that we are really alike. No wonder we became friends so quickly.
I met him on the trip and decided to sit down and have a good talk after two encounters. It seems strange that two big men met on the trip, but fortunately, neither he nor I cared much.
He is a man who gave up his excellent job and walked freely. This alone is enough to make people respect. He always keeps a drawing board in his bag, ready to record a moment that can be in harmony with his heart.
He said that this is his wish now. Every time he picks up a pen, he will feel a kind of power, as if the whole world belongs to him only. One day, when he is tired and doesn't want to walk any more, he will stop at a street or a square and send a souvenir to the travelers on the journey.
At this time, the night is extremely deep, and only a few lonely people are walking alone in the bustling streets during the day. I asked the proprietress to bring me some more bottles of wine. Even though my face turns red at this moment under the influence of alcohol, and my heart fluctuates rapidly as if to jump out, I know he must have a story to tell.
A quiet person is willing to open his hidden heart only when he meets strangers with the same smell on the trip. Because I know I won't meet again this time, and the person opposite is just another self in my heart.
It seems that this time I will say everything I have said in the past year.
I am a civil servant, my parents, relatives and friends, and most people around me live under this system, so what I see in my world is always hypocritical faces. The nightclub is our group's home, and it is our group's life to have fun. At that time, I never felt anything wrong with being numb. The so-called dream is just a slogan shouted by those who have a hard life and want to live our life.
That day, the rare boredom depressed me. I didn't go to resplendence with my colleagues, but walked aimlessly to the seaside. Not far away, there is a woman holding a drawing board and drawing at the sky. I walked over curiously. It turns out that I am painting the sunset at the moment. At this moment, I looked at the place where the sea and the sky meet and found that the sunset was beautiful.
The sea breeze blew her long hair, revealing a clean but slightly pale face, a very serious look. Somehow, there is a trace of sadness in her paintings.
The next day, when my colleagues and I were drinking cocktails in resplendent splendor, I felt sick. I put down my glass and rushed to the seaside. Fortunately, she is still here. This time she painted a happy mother and daughter. It is peaceful.
That night, she told me that she was a leukemia patient and hoped to draw something beautiful before she left this world, so that she would not feel lonely and forget the world here. Although there was helplessness in her words, it soon disappeared into her enjoyment. I stroked her hair and touched every inch of her thin body, thinking about how such power came from this body. When I woke up in the morning, I asked her to teach me to draw.
Since then, I have visited her every day after work. She said that the most important thing in painting is to bury emotions in the painting, so that a painting can be alive and alive. At night, I held her tightly, hoping that strength could penetrate her skin and give me some.
Slowly, I only saw the vulgar and shallow self hidden under hormones and the lifeless true heart under the hypocritical faces around me. Since then, I have become more and more silent. A few months before she left, I quit my job and stayed with her all day, until finally she caught a cold and was pushed into the morgue.
I picked up her drawing board and started walking on the road. From then on, I have a dream: draw all the beautiful things for her, so that we can be happy at the same time. She won't forget me, nor will I forget her.
He drank the last glass of wine.
Sorry, thank you for the drink, and thank you for listening. Goodbye.
I looked at his distant back, lonely myself, at least myself.
I opened my bag, took a pen and notebook and recorded the story of this man.
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