Lin Qingxuan's prose "On Dreams" He grew up in an ordinary peasant family. When I was a child, my family was very poor, and I followed my father to farm when I was very young. While resting in the field, he looked into the distance and lost in thought. Father asked him what he thought. He said that when he grew up, he would neither farm nor work. He wants to stay at home every day and wait for someone to send him money. Hearing this, the father smiled and said, "ridiculous, stop dreaming!" I promise no one will mail it to you. "
Then he went to school. One day, he learned the story of Egyptian pyramids from textbooks and said to his father, "I want to go to Egypt to see the pyramids when I grow up." Father patted him on the head angrily and said, "That's ridiculous, don't dream!" " ! I promise you can't go. "
After more than ten years, the teenager has grown into a young man, admitted to the university, and became a reporter after graduation, with an average of several books published every year. He sits at home and writes every day. Publishing houses and newspapers sent him money home. He used the money in the mail to travel to Egypt. He stood under the pyramid, looked up, remembered what his father said when he was a child, and silently said to his father, "Dad, nothing can be guaranteed in life!" " "
He is Lin Qingxuan, the most popular essayist in Taiwan Province Province. Those dreams that his father thought were absurd and out of reach, he became a reality after more than ten years.
Each of us had beautiful dreams when we were young, and it was these dreams that planted the seeds of success for our future. Because dreams are hopes and are most closely related to the potential in our nature. But dreams are often too far away from reality and need to be managed. Managing dreams is to turn seemingly distant or even absurd dreams into reality step by step through your unremitting efforts.
Lin Qingxuan is the son of a farmer. He hoped that others would send him money to see the pyramids in Egypt. It looks so funny that even his father laughs at him. But in order to realize his dream, he has been reading and writing at 4 am every day for more than ten years, insisting on writing 3,000 words every day, which is more than 654.38+00,000 words a year, and finally realized his dream.
I remember a philosopher said, "All the success and wealth in the world begin with one idea! Start with our inner dreams! " In other words: success is actually very simple. You have a dream first, then try to manage your dream, no matter what others say, don't give up.
Chapter two: Guan Lin's prose "On Dreams in the Clear Mystery" Sometimes in retrospect, my mother's expectation for us is not as obvious and long-term as my father's. When I was a child, I was in poor health and had many problems. My mother has only one expectation for me, that is, to pray for my health. In order to let me grow up safely, my mother often walked a long way behind my back to see a doctor, so my first impression of my mother when I was a child was to go to see a doctor behind my back.
Not only am I in poor health, but I often have accidents. I secretly drank soda when I was 3 years old. I didn't expect the soda bottle to contain Fanzi oil (smelly oil for lighting at night). After drinking, my eyes turned white, foaming at the mouth and passed out. My mother immediately took me to the street to find a doctor at a speed of 100 meters. It was the second day of the lunar new year, and the doctor went on vacation. My mother was in tears, but there was nothing she could do.
I finally found a doctor in the last doctor's office. He beat two raw eggs for you to swallow, took a breath and opened his eyes. I fainted in the hospital until you opened your eyes. Up to now, every time my mother mentions that I drink fenzi oil, I still have a lingering fear, as if I had picked up a son. I heard that she ran nearly 10 kilometers that day to hug me to see a doctor.
Because I am weak, as long as my mother hears that any tonic or herbal medicine can make my child healthy, she will go all the way to ask for a prescription and take medicine to supplement her body. Maybe too much. When I was 6 years old, I got a hernia. I often rolled on the ground in pain and cried my eyes out. During that time, whenever I heard that there was a gentleman and a good medicine, I went to see it. After two years, I saw all the doctors and took all the medicine, but I still didn't get well. One day, a friend of your father came and said that surgery could cure hernia. Although we had no confidence in western medicine, we were sent to have an operation. Open a knife and it will take a week. If I had known this, I would have sent you for surgery two years ago, and you wouldn't have to suffer so much. When my mother said that she had suffered so much, she meant me, of course, because the mothers of their time never thought about their own sufferings.
A year later, my eldest brother got polio and died a week later, which was a serious blow to my mother. Because my eldest brother and I are the youngest, she almost turned all her love to me and took good care of me, and in those years, she was particularly fond of me.
For example, at that time, the family was poor, and eating eggs was not like children can eat one now. An egg had to be cut into four continents (that is, four pieces). Mother has a special way to cut and boil eggs. She doesn't use a knife, but the white cotton thread of the car coat, which can often be cut into four pieces of the same size and then distributed to us like a baby. Every time I eat an egg, she often gives me an extra slice behind my back. Sometimes it is difficult to eat apples. If an apple is cut into 12 pieces, she will give me two pieces. She always leaves me a bowl of chicken soup when there are chicken chops.
Perhaps it was my mother's considerate care that my body miraculously got better and became very healthy. I was often ill for two or three years, and my homework became very good. I seldom see the second place. My mother used to say: When you were a child, you went to Banana Garden to hide and cry, and didn't go home until dark. This is a dead brain. Isn't the second place very good?
But with good health and good homework, my mother is not without troubles. At that time, I was partial. I seldom play with other children. I played by myself. Sometimes I play alone all day and talk to myself. Even when I play with a knife, I often play the role of two horns. One is good and the other is evil. Often, the bandits accidentally beat the police and then squatted on the ridge and cried. Fortunately, psychiatrists were not as developed as they are now, otherwise I would have been sent.
At that time, the crop boy was rarely as withdrawn as you, and his mind was full of ideas. Once I saw you sitting on the ridge in a daze. I sat in the back and looked at you like that all afternoon. Later, I couldn't help crying, thinking that this lonely boy didn't know what he would do for us when he grew up. Even the thought makes me sad. Later, when it was dark and you came back from outside, I asked you: What were you thinking when you were sitting on the beach alone? You said: I'm waiting to cook and bloom, and I'll be back when the flowers bloom. This is really weird. I raised a child, and no one ever waited for flowers to bloom. My mother recalled a fragment of my childhood. The cooking flower is mirabilis jalapa, which always blooms at dusk. When I first heard it, I didn't believe it. I just sat there all afternoon waiting for it to blossom.
/kloc-left home to study abroad when he was 0/5 years old. Because of carsickness, my mother seldom comes to see me at school, so we have less chance to meet. She often says: what goes out seems to be thrown away, and what comes back seems to be picked up. But every time I go home, she always tries to feed me, afraid that I will suffer in other places, and then put something in my backpack. Once I went back to school, I opened my backpack and found bananas and dates planted in our family. A can of milk powder, a bag of ginseng and a bag of dental floss; A packet of noodles tea fried by her, a string of zongzi tied by her, and a can of pineapple, bamboo shoots and bean paste soaked by her own hands have all been forgotten. At that time, I thought it was enough to open a grocery store.
At that time, I lived on campus, and every time I went home to my dormitory, my classmates said it was a small New Year, because I couldn't finish what my mother prepared for me. Up to now, my mother is still like this. As soon as I got home, she stuffed everything into my bag, just like there was a famine in Taipei and she couldn't buy anything. Once I went back to Taipei, I found that the bag was particularly heavy. When I opened it, my mother put eight cans of soda in it. I called her and asked her why she needed so many sodas. She said, I'll give it to you on the plane!
After graduating from high school, I am getting farther and farther away from home. Every time I go home, I have to go for a ride. My mother had to give up what she was doing, go for a ride with me and help me pay the fare as if I were a 3-year-old child. When the car is about to leave, my mother will lean against the railing of the station and wave to me. At that time, I always saw tears in her eyes, which was heartbreaking.
I can't finish writing my mother. Of the five brothers and sisters in our family, only the eldest brother serves his mother, and the others fly very high, but when I think of my mother, it seems that she is standing beside us.
Mom always said: many dreams are out of reach, but as long as you persist, it is possible to realize them. She is a conservative rural woman, no different from ordinary rural women, but she encourages us to have dreams and know how to persist. That alone made me a writer later.
The screenwriter may not be as good as an official, but it is a brand-new experience for her mother. When she told the villagers about me, she found the answer to my troubled childhood.