A man wanted to cross the swamp, so he tried to walk because there was no road. Although it is dangerous, you can find your way by jumping left and right, but it doesn't take long and it doesn't go far. You accidentally stepped in the mud and sank.

Another man was crossing the swamp, saw the footprints of his predecessors, and thought: Someone must have walked by, and it can't be wrong to follow others' footprints. I tried to step on it with my foot, and it was really true, so I walked forward with confidence. Finally, I also stepped into the mud.

The other man wanted to cross the swamp, looked at the footprints of the two people in front, and went down without thinking. His fate is also imaginable.

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Another man is going to cross the swamp, looking at all the footprints in front of him and thinking, this must be a road to the other side of the swamp. You see, with so many people passing by, I'm sure I can walk along this road to the other side of the swamp. So he strode, and finally he got stuck in the mud.

The road in the world is not as smooth and smooth as the more people walk. Walking in the footsteps of others will not only lead to new ideas, but also may fall into a trap.

Life and death settlement sheet

Two patients living in the otolaryngology ward at the same time have uncomfortable noses. While waiting for the test results, A said that if it was cancer, he would travel immediately, first to Lhasa. B said so, too. The results came out. A has nasal cancer and B has nasal polyps.

A made a farewell schedule and left the hospital. B stayed. A's schedule is: a trip to Dunhuang in Lhasa; Take a boat from Panzhihua to the Yangtze River estuary; Take a photo with coconut trees as the background in Sanya, Hainan; Spend a winter in Harbin; Take a boat from Dalian to Beihai in Guangxi; Boarded Tiananmen Square; Read all Shakespeare's works; Try to listen to the original singing of "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" by the blind A Bing; Write a book. All these, ***27.

He wrote at the back of this life list: I have many dreams in my life, some have come true, and some have not come true for various reasons. God doesn't have much time for me now. In order to leave this world without regret, I intend to use the last few years of my life to realize the remaining 27 dreams.

At that time, A resigned from the company and went to Lhasa and Dunhuang. The next year, I passed the adult exam with amazing perseverance and tenacity. During this period, he boarded Tiananmen Square, went to the Inner Mongolia prairie, and lived in a herdsman's house for a week. Now this friend is fulfilling his old dream of publishing a book.

One day, B read a short article written by A in the newspaper and called to ask about A's illness. A said, I really can't imagine how bad my life would be if it weren't for this disease. It reminds me to do what I want to do and realize my dream. Now I understand what is real life and what is life. You have a good life, too! B did not answer. Because what I said in the hospital, going to Lhasa and Dunhuang, has long been forgotten, because it is not cancer.

In this world, in fact, everyone suffers from a kind of cancer, and that is an irresistible death. The reason why we didn't make a life list like the man with nasal cancer, throw away all the superfluous things, realize our dreams and do what we want is because we think I will live longer. However, perhaps it is this quantitative difference that makes our lives qualitatively different: some people turn their dreams into reality, while others take them to the grave.

Find an umbrella.

Once, a professor said to a businessman, "Last week, my umbrella was taken away from a church in London. Because the umbrella was a gift from my friend, I cherish it very much, so I spent the price of several umbrellas in the newspaper to find it, but I still didn't get it back. "

"How did you write your advertisement?" Asked the businessman. "The advertisement is here." With that, the professor took out a piece of paper cut from the newspaper from his pocket.

The merchant took it and read, "Last Sunday night, I lost a black silk umbrella in the church. If a gentleman finds it, please send it to 10 Broad Street as a reward of 5 pounds. "

The businessman said, "I often advertise." Advertising is very learned. Your advertisement is not good. You can't find an umbrella. I'll write you another advertisement. If you can't find an umbrella again, I'll buy you a new one to make it up to you! "

The advertisement written by the businessman was published in the newspaper. The next morning, the professor was surprised when he opened the door. There were six or seven umbrellas lying in the garden. These umbrellas are colorful, with cloth and silk, old and new, big and small, all thrown in from the outside.

The professor's own black silk umbrella is also caught in the back. Several umbrellas are still tied with a note saying that they were taken by mistake, begging the owner not to tell anyone about it. The professor told the businessman about this situation, and the businessman said, "These people are still honest."

Do you know how businessmen's advertisements are written?

The businessman's advertisement reads like this:

"Last Sunday night, a gentleman was seen taking an umbrella from the church. If the umbrella bearer doesn't want to cause trouble, he'd better return the umbrella to 10 wide street as soon as possible. Everyone knows who this gentleman is. "

Gold worth $20.

This is what I read from an English story:

A father came home from work late, tired and a little upset, and found his 5-year-old son waiting for him at the door. "Dad, can I ask you a question?"

"What's the problem?" "Dad, how much can you earn in an hour?" "It's none of your business. Why do you ask this question? " Father said angrily.

"I just want to know, please tell me, how much do you earn an hour?" The child pleaded. "If you must know, I earn $20 an hour."

"Oh," the child lowered his head and then said, "Dad, can you lend me 10 dollars?" Father is angry: "If you ask this question just to borrow money to buy meaningless toys or things, then go back to your room and sleep." Think about why you are so selfish. I work hard for a long time every day and have no time to play children's games with you. "

The child quietly returned to his room and closed the door.

Father sat down, still very angry. After about an hour, he calmed down and began to think that maybe he was too hard on the child-maybe the child really wanted to buy something, and besides, he rarely asked for money.

The father walked into the child's room: "Are you asleep, son?" "Dad, not yet. I'm still awake." The child replied. "I may have been too hard on you just now," my father said. "I flew into a rage today-here's the $65,438+00 you asked for."

"Thank you, Dad." The child shouted, took out some crumpled bills from under the pillow and counted them slowly.

"You already have money, why do you want it?" Father said angrily.

"Because I didn't have enough before, now I have enough." The child replied, "Dad, I have 20 yuan now. Can I buy it from you for an hour? Please come home early tomorrow-I want to have dinner with you. " Share this story with the people you like, but more importantly, share this $20 worth of time with the people you love-just to remind everyone who works hard not to spend a little time with people who care about us and let time slip through their fingers.

Take another look.

Once, an old man told me a story of his own:

When I was young, I felt great. At that time, I was going to write a book. In order to add "local color" to the book, I used my holiday to go out and look for it. I want to find a hero among those poor and idle people, and I believe I can find such people there.

That's right. One day, I found such a place, a desolate and dilapidated manor. The most exciting thing is that I also found the smell of idleness in my imagination-an old man with a beard, wearing brown overalls, sitting in a chair weeding a potato field, and behind him was an unpainted shed in Xiao Mu.

I turned and went home, and I couldn't wait to sit in front of the typewriter at once. And when I turned the wooden shed on the muddy road, I looked at the old man from another angle, and then I suddenly stopped subconsciously. It turned out that when I looked from this side, I found that the old man's chair was leaning against a pair of crutches for the disabled, and a pair of trousers hung to the ground empty. Suddenly, the figure I thought was lazy just now suddenly turned into an indomitable hero.

Since then, I have never dared to make judgments and conclusions about a person who has only met once or talked a few words. Thank god, I looked back again.