Chapter 1 Untitled
I am very happy to present the real Wang Han in this book. Wang Han is an ordinary man, definitely not a perfect person without shortcomings. Wang Han has problems, a temper, and a distinct personality. Wang Han appears so relaxed and humorous on the screen, but he is often upset in his daily life and sometimes needs quiet to heal his tired body and mind. Wang Han will also argue with reason when his own interests are harmed; when he buys things in the market, he will also counter-offer with the seller.
I repeatedly emphasized to the editor of the publishing house that I did not want to publish the book too hastily. The real idea was that I did not want to regret it. Since it is "that's all", I will make this "this" to the extreme. I have tried my best, but if there are still shortcomings, it is because my abilities are limited, and objectively I can only do this.
I present myself truly to readers. Sometimes you will see me wearing the crown of "Ce Shen", sometimes you will see me taking off the hat without any top. When you see me very clearly, you will know: because there is such a me, there is such a book; because there is such a book, there is such an evaluation as yours; because of your such evaluation, I will still Live like this.
I think I have a firm heart and a stubborn temper. I believe that nothing in the world can change me. The time has changed, the weather has changed, the location has changed, but my choice will not change.
God has given everyone a cup filled with water, allowing you to put your feelings, work and everything in its limited space. You only have one cup, you can't put the elements of life in different cups.
In the cup God gave me, I have filled too much with my career, and I am still pouring my career into it. My cup is about to be full and I have to dump some other stuff to make room for my career.
I am not reluctant to pour out other elements from the cup, but I still feel a little regretful, maybe because I am not fully enlightened enough. I would be very willing to give away some of my career, but there must be a prerequisite. I hope to see that there is water worth putting in to replace my career. For this reason, I will be willing to give away half of my career. If I pour out the water of my career and then look for water that can be put in at a loss, that is not what I want. I can't get past this level of my own. I cannot live my life with an empty cup in my hand, not knowing how long it will take to fill the cup of life that God has given me.
I mean, if I see a source of temptation, I will give it up without hesitation.
The cup given by God held in each person's hand contains different water. The sweet, sour, bitter and spicy in it combine to create a unique taste. The taste of the water in my own cup may bore me. Others thought the cup I was holding contained vodka, Chivas Regal, cocktails... in short, it was quite high-end. Others covet the foreign wine in my glass and envy the gorgeous colors coming out of the glass. But I am looking for a clear spring, willing to use it to dilute the colorful colors in the cup.
(Next issue, "Those days, both far and near", please look forward to it!)
Chapter 2 Those days, both far and near
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My registered name is Wang Jiangang. You can understand its meaning as "the son of a strong construction worker."
The origin of my name is a beautiful legend.
My mother gave birth to me in Suzhou, which is a famous paradise on earth.
My grandma is a devout Buddhist, so she always goes to Hanshan Temple, the most famous temple in the south of the Yangtze River, to worship the Bodhisattva, pray for peace, and seek answers to her questions. It is naturally a big event for the family to have a baby, so it is natural for grandma to go and pay homage to the Bodhisattva. During the process of worshiping the Bodhisattva, it is natural that she would make a wish in order to make the Bodhisattva agree to her request.
My father said that there is a lot of knowledge and skills involved in making wishes. The Bodhisattva receives many application reports from people every day. People have various wishes, such as promotion and wealth, prosperity of livestock, inclusion on the gold list, not being caught, etc. However, how can a Bodhisattva remember so many requests? This depends on whether the applicant is pious enough to make a wish to the Bodhisattva, or whether it is unique enough. Only if you make a sincere and unique wish, the Bodhisattva will remember it; only if you remember it, can your request be fulfilled.
I once heard a legend that is not true or false. It is said that in Thailand, a lady made a wish in front of the Bodhisattva: If the Bodhisattva can let her win the current Mark Six Lottery jackpot, she will dance once in front of the Bodhisattva. Striptease.
Everyone, this wish is strong enough! A few days later, the Mark Six Lottery was drawn, and the lady who made a wish indeed won the big prize! That night she bought a lot of yellow silk and satin, made it into a large curtain, and surrounded herself and the Bodhisattva. Not long after, melodious music came from the curtain... Amitabha.
When you see this, if you think that the Bodhisattva agreed to the lady’s request just to eat meat, you are totally wrong! What has Bodhisattva not seen? Moreover, for Bodhisattvas, it has long been the case that "form is not empty, and emptiness is not color." Therefore, please do not misunderstand. In fact, the Buddha told us a very fundamental Buddhist principle through this incident, that is, if you have desires, you must give up.
I wonder if there is no great sacrifice, how can one achieve great gains? Therefore, making a wish is really very particular, and there is a lot of knowledge involved.
No more gossip. After grandma made a wish in front of the Bodhisattva at Hanshan Temple, my mother gave birth to me safely, and she gave me an extremely cute appearance (as evidenced by childhood photos). After I was born, my grandma gave me a name. According to my guess, there must be a mystery hidden in that name. But my grandfather said it was not loud enough, so he gave me another name, which was the "Jiangang" mentioned above, which echoed my brother's name "Jianping".
From then on, I took the name "Jiangang" and spent twenty-one years in this world. Looking back now, the years I traveled from infancy to adulthood were not smooth, and I suffered many illnesses and disasters until one day——
After the reform and opening up, Hunan’s radio and television industry More developed day by day. In 1995, Hunan Literature and Art Radio Station was established. At that time, I happened to be studying at Hunan Radio and Television School. In order to enrich my after-school life and to keep my wallet from being emptied at the end of the month, several roommates and I decided to apply for guest host positions at SMG.
We were lucky and all of us were hired. But when it came time to go on the show, I ran into a problem.
They said my name was inappropriate.
At that time, it was popular for big-name radio hosts to use single names, such as Pan Feng, Hong Tao, Hai Bo, Chai Jing, etc. All of their names were concise and loud. The students we hired in this batch also happened to have the same name, with the exception of me and one other classmate. The classmate's compound name was also quite in line with the popular trend at the time. His name is Zhuo Lushan, and using the word "Lushan" as his broadcasting name makes it sound very comfortable. "Hello, listeners, I am Lushan." Wow! This name is awesome.
But unfortunately, my name is not easy to use. When I opened my mouth and said, "Hello everyone, I'm Jiangang," I was a few levels behind. If you are in a bad mood one day, you are likely to say "Hello everyone, I am 'hell'".
No, the name must be changed!
Those days were relatively cold, and my heart became colder as the name problem emerged. I was so angry that I said, "I might as well just call Wang Han." But they said, Wang Han was good, but too cold, so it was better to change it. I thought for a while and said: "Then let's call it Wang Han! Han means Han with connotation, not cold, and full of culture."
In this way, Wang Han was born!
Amitabha, ever since I changed my name, it was not only a coincidence but also a blessing from Bodhisattva, and everything has gone smoothly for me. The mystery puzzled me for a long time.
Everyone has a moment of enlightenment.
One day, I finished reading the "Diamond Sutra" (a very famous Buddhist scripture) and marked my name on the paper out of boredom. Suddenly, I felt an ethereal feeling in my mind, as if I heard the words that my deceased grandma said when she made a wish at Hanshan Temple:
"Great and compassionate Bodhisattva, if you can protect her mother and child this time, Peace, let this child always be blessed by you. I will let this child always have the word "Hanshan" in his name. If he gives birth to a girl, he will be called Wang Shan (Shan), and if he gives birth to a boy, he will be called Wang Han (Han)! "< /p>
Oh my God! Could it be that the name my grandma gave me back then was "Wang Han"? Is it because my grandma believes in "things are born and things die" and believes that fate has not come yet, so she obeys my grandpa's righteous deeds and doesn't let me be called this name for the time being? ! Could it be that after I changed my name, the Bodhisattva remembered me as a child again and started to bless me? !
Amitabha, is this true? If this were true, would you believe it? If this isn't true, then what is?
After a long, long time, maybe a beautiful legend related to Buddha will be revealed after all...
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"There is heaven above, and there are Suzhou and Hangzhou below. ."
Suzhou, a paradise on earth, witnessed my childhood from one to six years old.
I never know what heaven is like. The Suzhou in my memory is a beautiful young woman. She rode a light bicycle and wandered around the wide streets of Suzhou City. The bamboo hat she wore on her head had a layer of tulle hanging lightly from the edge. The sleeveless dress did not expose her beautiful arms. She was afraid of being tanned by the sun, so she used long gloves to cover the skin of her arms. The trees on both sides of the road she passed were carefully pruned, and their branches and leaves grew towards the middle of the road. The wind blew the leaves, and the sun shone on her body through the gaps in the branches and leaves. , when my father became an adult, he married a woman from Hunan, who was my mother.
In my impression, Suzhou looks like an old lady. She would lean on an old-fashioned wicker chair on a warm but still cold afternoon, next to a small stool with broken legs tied with copper wire, and a purple sand pottery pot placed on it. The old lady took a long nap, with a napping kitten nestled at her feet.
Many beautiful stories have happened in the beautiful Suzhou.
Tang Bohu, a talented man from the south of the Yangtze River, was born here and left a romantic story to future generations.
People all remember that it was the Jiangchun Bridge opposite Hanshan Temple. This talented man with an eternal reputation took the opportunity of Qiuxiang to accompany the old lady to Hanshan Temple to burn incense, and stood on this bridge to recite poems and paint, which attracted Qiuxiang to him. Looking back and smiling, this is the first of the "three smiles" that will last forever.
These beautiful stories give Suzhou a leisurely atmosphere. This peaceful city seems to have never experienced war. The most chaotic period was probably the "Cultural Revolution" period. I still remember the defeat of the Gang of Four. I rode on my brother's neck to watch the parade. There were four people in the front playing the role of the "Gang of Four", and there were people on stilts behind them holding them back...
My grandfather is from Shanghai, and his family is well-off and has a good foundation. In order to escape the war, my grandfather fled to Suzhou, married a local grandmother, and settled down in the city of Gusu. He and my grandmother gave birth to my father here. When my father became an adult, he married a Hunan woman, who was my mother. This kind of genealogy has given me the capital to be a "Jianghu". I often say that I am a "Jianghu son" - a mixed-race person from Jiangsu and Hunan.
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Maybe it’s because “children of the world” can’t be content. I was a naughty boy when I was a child. Of course, nothing big happened. It can only be said that big mistakes were made but small mistakes continued. At that time, my biggest hobby was drilling into air raid shelters and engaging in slingshot gunfights. These games were not popular among my classmates, so I didn’t have many friends, just a few bad friends.
These bad friends are all nostalgic. In their eyes, I am not a Wang Han now, I am just their buddy, and they can do whatever they like. "Send me some money." As soon as you say hello, I will send you the money honestly.
My naughtiness may have something to do with lack of supervision.
My parents work both ways and are busy working all day long. When my father took the time to discipline me, he would only give me two spanks at most. beat! It can't be too difficult for you to hit me, right? Besides, I'll fight anyway, I'm still me.
I am not very naughty in school, and the teacher doesn’t care about me very much. While I was in class, I would sneak out of the classroom to play for a while, and then sneak back in. Usually the teacher wouldn't notice.
No one cares about me, so I can grow up freely.
At that time, I had done so many unruly things that would make people shake their heads if I told them about them.
We lived in bungalows at that time, and some families would put several salt and vegetable jars outside the door. We secretly threw firecrackers inside and lit the fuses, and the results were predictable.
We took slingshot guns and aimed at the light bulbs in other people’s kitchens and fired rocks. The light bulb and the salt vegetable altar have become brothers in need.
The brothers often fight among themselves and go to war with each other. I am stupid and not as good at deception as my bad friends. They make slingshot bullets by secretly wrapping a length of copper wire around the core and wrapping it with thick paper. However, my bullets are made of paper inside and out, and there is no creativity at all.
After the civil war started, I was always the one who suffered. I have always wondered: Why do they only feel pain for a while when they are shot, but it hurts me for a week? How strange! How come their bullets are packed so tightly? Once you take it apart, you will know that there is a mystery inside.
There is also a secret to snowball fights. The bad friends put stones in the snowballs and hit them with great pain. I also wondered why they were so ruthless and could even rub snow bumps better than me.
Someone stored a lot of bananas in the air raid shelter. So the brothers had evil thoughts and took a shortcut to a familiar air-raid shelter not far from home to steal bananas. I inherited the good genes from my father, an architect, and was good at drawing. After some reconnaissance, I drew a topographic map of the air-raid shelter, which was similar to the "treasure map" of the old days. We acted like "Alibaba and the Forty Thieves", and in my memory, we never failed in any operation, and never leaked our whereabouts.
Later we became obsessed with billiards, and the two older ones were really good at it. They are addicted to playing basketball and gambling for one dollar a game. The two of us were not as skilled as others, so we just watched from the sidelines. Big losers persuaded us to invest, advocating that a small investment would bring big results. We couldn't stand the persuasion and wanted to try to make some money. I finally saved a little money to invest, but the result was a small investment and a big loss, and I lost money on the day I invested.
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The first time I got drunk in my life happened in elementary school. Is it “quackish” enough?
The trigger was a magical cup. I don't know who invented a glass cup. After water is poured into it, the refraction of light creates patterns like butterflies or Chang'e in the cup. If you pour out the water, the pattern will automatically disappear. This function of changing at any time greatly aroused my curiosity.
One day when I was in school, I passed by an older brother’s house. He stopped me and said he wanted to show me something good. What he showed me was the Magic Cup.
He explained to me while demonstrating: "Look, there is nothing, right?" As soon as he finished speaking, he poured some wine into the glass.
"Did you see the butterfly?"
I nodded quickly.
"If you drink the water, you won't see the butterfly."
To confirm whether what he said is true, I drank the water in the cup, but I didn't know that Actually it's wine. I drank the milk in the cup into my stomach, and the butterflies disappeared. Over and over again, the butterfly disappears after drinking the wine, and the butterfly appears again when it falls asleep. The butterflies came and went and made me miserable. I drank countless cups and wandered into the classroom for class. Sit on your seat and fall asleep.
My deskmate called the teacher, and the teacher quickly ran to another classroom upstairs to call my sister. My sister had to carry me home for half an hour.
The first time you got drunk was the result of being cheated on for the first time. Since then, I have experienced the treacherous situation in the world.
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After entering middle school, I gradually became very disinterested. You may not believe it, but my hobby is like an old master’s, which is to buy a cup of tea on the street. Holding tea, I spent a lot of time squatting on the side of the road watching cars. At that time, I thought cars were really fashionable, and Santana was so beautiful! Maybe it’s because I paid too much attention to cars when I was a child, but now I have the mindset that “civilization is a car accident.”
During middle school, four of my buddies and I imitated the characters in "Legend of the Condor Heroes: Iron-Blooded Heart" and called each other "Anda", which is the Khitan people's brotherhood. We ran to the roof of a building, got some sand and small sticks, and held a formal sworn ceremony. In terms of age, I am the third oldest. The brothers called each other names in the martial arts world: Southeast Madness, Southwest Madness, Northeast Flying, and I was Northwest Piao... We dreamed of opening a company and named it "Kuai Piao Enterprise", and the homophony became "Basket Enterprise". The Changsha dialect " basket ladle " means a bad start. No wonder this martial arts dream is difficult to come true.
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When I was in middle school, my grades were neither good nor bad. There were always a few subjects that I could pass, and there were always a few teachers who didn’t have to worry about me. The English teacher is very beautiful, and I like to look at her still back. Every time I take an English class, I don't take it seriously. The purpose is to let the teacher call me to the office after teaching for forty-five minutes and teach me alone for another ten minutes. She only has one shortcoming, that is, her gait is not very elegant, but her flaws are not concealed. Every time she makes a move on the podium, my heart moves with her. Taking her class was such a distraction that my foreign language scores became a problem. I was most happy when the teacher hit me on the hand, because that was skin-to-skin contact. One time in class, my favorite English teacher said a sentence that combined Chinese and Western in desperation: "Talking, talking, why are you always talking! If you keep talking, I will give you some color to see, see!"< /p>
My middle school life was extremely free. No one at home took care of me, the teachers were more laissez-faire towards me, and no one stifled my nature. I am able to receive such care because I have a characteristic of never getting into trouble. If I get into trouble one day, it will only be an injury to myself. Indeed, looking back now, there have been several instances of self-mutilation.
One day after school, it was around 6 o'clock and the sun was setting. The students didn't go back. They threw their schoolbags on the playground and sat in a circle to brag. Someone said: "If anyone dares to jump from the second floor, we will kneel in front of him and call him boss." Faced with this challenge, no one dared to accept it. When I saw that everyone was cowering, I jumped out and wanted to be a hero. I climbed up to the second floor, saw everyone looking at me with admiration, and jumped down with a plop. I put my feet on the ground, stood still, and said to everyone: "Kneel down and call the boss!" Everyone did not want to kneel down and ran away when they saw the situation. I was about to catch up when I felt a stinging pain in my foot. It turned out that the heel was comminuted and fractured. After everyone left, I was the only one left kneeling there.
Another time, my classmates and I found a large puddle at a construction site, with water in the middle and yellow mud all around. Another person shouted: "Whoever jumps over, I will help him with his homework for a week!" As soon as his voice fell, I jumped up, turned around and said to him: "You will do the homework for this week." I hadn't said anything yet. After saying that, I fell down with a plop, covered in mud.
Another time, when I lost someone else’s vegetable field and stole tomatoes, I was driven away by a dog and ran away. There is a manure pit on the road with some grass growing on it. At first glance, it doesn't look like a trap at all. I was very proud of my speed while running wildly. It actually felt like I was riding a horse galloping on the green grassland. Just as I was about to escape the pursuit of the vicious dog, there was a sudden sound and I fell into the manure pit. This time it was really a disaster, and I had no choice but to scream for help in the manure pit, asking others to pick me up and take me to the pig pen to wash me with water.
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I started work-study very early.
Two children were invited to "work hard" together, and I was one of them. We are actually "Qinshang", that is, we do a small business. The two sat on opposite sides of the road, with a transparent glass jar placed next to one of them. There were water chestnuts in one jar and pineapples in the other. They were both sold for two cents a bunch.
After sitting for more than an hour, no business was done. The two little boys looked at their glass jars and swallowed their saliva with greed, but they didn't dare to eat the money. What should I do if mothers’ teachings echo in my ears: “Don’t be greedy!” It’s okay to buy your own food, right? But my companions and I only had a dime with us. So we used our brains to plan and came up with a clever idea: you first lend me the dime you have, and I will collect enough two cents to buy you a bunch of water chestnuts to eat; you will get another two cents later. Buy me a piece of pineapple to eat.
Buying back and forth for two cents, the business was in full swing. In a short time, the two glass jars were sold out, and we were both full.
When I got home, my mother asked: "Sold out?"
"Yes."
"Where's the money?"
"No .
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"I must have eaten it all myself! ”
“No! I swear..."
The two mothers met and figured out what was going on. What kind of business is this? They looked at each other, dumbfounded. We didn't make a penny, but we didn't violate the principles. , I didn’t eat a piece of my own fruit, I just ate up all the other party’s capital.
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I studied in Xiangtan, so I can be in the same hometown as Chairman Mao. It is an honor that not everyone can have. What is even more fortunate is that I studied in Xiangtan No. 9 Middle School, and I did not embarrass my alma mater. It is said that a huge photo of me is hanging up in Xiangtan No. 9 Middle School, still with Marx. , and Engels' portraits hang side by side! Every class in the school has posted some famous quotes that inspire students. The "famous quote" in the appendix under my photo is: "The Ninth Middle School is glorious, I am glorious, and I add to the Ninth Middle School." Glorious - Wang Han. "Oh my God!
Ninth Middle School left a deep and kind impression on me. I had a good encounter on the first day I registered. I walked into the classroom and sat on a stool. Not long after, a female classmate patted me on the shoulder and said, "You sat on my butt. "This has nothing to do with vigorousness. In Xiangtan's accent, the pronunciation of "stool" is "腚".
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The school is located on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by lakes. The lake is very good In the sports venue, one of the school's traditional sports is kayaking, as well as model airplanes and shooting. I often see tall boys in the upper grades training by the lake. These water athletes only wear a pair of shorts and have dark skin.
When I entered school, the school no longer offered model aircraft and shooting, but only the kayaking project was retained. This made me a little disappointed. I heard from my seniors that the previous shooting team was very prosperous and the members were very good. After class, we often carried guns to practice and sang in unison, "The sunset is red and the mountains are flying, and the soldiers are returning to the camp from shooting."
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When I was in junior high school, every time. The school organized us to watch a movie together, and everyone was as happy as if it was a holiday. After the fourth class in the morning, the class teacher came to the class to pay for the tickets. Once the movie tickets were in the hands of the students, it would definitely cause a restless moment of ten to fifteen minutes. , everyone is busy exchanging tickets. Boys and girls usually have a little fun, racking their brains to find a way to change their seats together. Sometimes in order to exchange tickets, they even ask grandpa and grandma to ask others to do it. .
In the afternoon, the students put on clothes that they thought were more elegant, and some even put on leather shoes and shirts. The shirts must be tucked into their belts and packed neatly. It seems that we are not focusing on watching movies, but seizing the opportunity to communicate with each other. Those of us who don’t have friends of the opposite sex will run around the cinema with flashlights and shine them on our classmates’ faces to see what’s going on. Who sat with whom in one movie, and who didn't sit with whom in the next movie, and then there were scandals in the school. Of course, we didn't use the word "scandal" at that time, and there was no "scandal". "Ce" was just meant to ridicule others. "Last time I saw the movie, he and she were still together, but this time it was another person." "From this, we can lament the coldness of the world and the warmth and warmth of human relationships.
After watching the movie, I spent the entire afternoon reading at the bookstall next to the cinema. Rich students could also make a cup of tea.
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Spring outing is also the best time when we are studying. Our favorite place is Martyrs Park. The most attractive thing about spring outing is the matching of male and female students. We arranged the seats in any combination. When we arrived at the park, the most favorite thing to hear was the teacher’s announcement of “free activities.” We male classmates without girlfriends (the “four evil guys” in the photo) were running around to collect information and discuss things. I often acted as a lightbulb to protect others when they were doing activities with a male classmate. For example, when two boys and two girls were doing house cleaning, the teacher would feel very conspicuous. I would wonder if these four classmates are in a relationship. But with me here, the situation is different. Three men and two women are obviously not in a relationship. This is the meaning of my existence, and I can often save the day in such situations. , as soon as the teacher left, the two couples really started to fall in love, leaving me alone to clean the house.
At that time, I had no partner to communicate with because of my political and ideological requirements. Making progress. Running a blackboard newspaper gave me a great sense of accomplishment, and I was favored by my female classmates. However, they did not dare to have a close relationship with me when they saw that I strictly abide by the school's regulations.
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On a Wednesday afternoon, I came home after watching the 1:10 movie. As soon as I walked to the door, I heard voices coming from the room. I was sure it was not my parents’ voices. , not like the broadcast on the radio, it seemed like a dialogue in a movie. I felt very strange. When I opened the door and went in, I saw my father sitting there alone, looking at the wall. I thought uneasily: Could it be. What mistake did I make? Taking two steps forward, I saw a black and white TV set on the coffee table. The first picture that caught my eye was a giant panda. Eat bamboo. I could tell at a glance that it was a black and white TV because the pandas were black and white and the bamboo was supposed to be green, but the TV screen turned it into black.
Not long after that, I came home one afternoon. As soon as I walked in, I found my father sitting there, looking at the wall. When I looked again, the TV set had turned into color. I was very surprised: How did my family get rich so quickly? It seems impossible, right? The days of adding millet and rifles are not over yet, and the autumn harvest has not come yet! Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a plastic colored film attached to a black and white TV.
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I liked seal carving when I was a child. After finishing my homework in the evening, I would usually carve seals. Pick up the carving knife and carve until one or two o'clock in the night. After the seal was engraved, the red seal was printed on the white paper. I was so excited that I jumped up and down on the bed and scared my mother awake. But I still felt that it was not enough, so I stuffed two pillows into the quilt, pretending that there was someone under the quilt, changed my clothes, took the bicycle keys, and crept out. I rode my bicycle to the countryside, found a place with street lights on the edge of a field, expressed my feelings to the wilderness, and recited poetry.
On summer nights, many people sat under the trees to enjoy the cool air. I sat next to them and listened to their stories. After listening, I sneaked back to sleep. One night I came home and parked my bicycle in the wrong place. The next morning when my mother went to get the bicycle from work, she found that the bicycle had been moved, but she couldn't figure out who had moved it. Our bicycles are stored in a small room downstairs, and outsiders cannot enter. My mother thought it was strange that the bicycle had been moved, but it didn't look like it was a thief, so she came to ask me what was going on. I made up a lie casually: "I have never dared to tell you, I think I often sleepwalk at night."
My "sleepwalking" frightened my mother, and she quickly asked me: "You Do you know what you did at night?”
“I don’t know, but I feel like I walked very fast.”
My mother said: "You are sleepwalking on a bicycle, of course you walk fast!"
That time I was able to prevaricate, but my lie made my good Days passed, and my mother was worried about my "sleepwalking". From then on, she would get up every night to see me, and I could no longer sneak out.
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When I was a child, I loved flying kites, and I always won first place in competitions. The kite I made is also the most beautiful. There is no trick. Just use a knife to split the bamboo broom at home, pull out the available bamboo sticks, tie it into a kite frame, paste it with paper, and then draw your favorite pattern on the paper.
The activity of flying kites made me figure out some principles of life and work. The principle of kite flying can be applied to both relationships and career. If you hold the string that controls the kite with your hand, it won't work if you use too much force, and it won't work if you let go. The force you exert must be even and moderate.
To fly a kite, you have to find a relatively open place and don’t let the kites get together. A group of people crowded together to fly the kites, and many kites were entangled together. They could not fly high or far. The same is true in life. People with high aspirations should choose a broad platform.
Some people fly kites. When the kites fall, they will look for them and fly them again after they find them. Some people are too lazy to look for it and make a new one. I belong to the former, and I will get it back, because it was made with all my heart and soul, and I will cherish it. There may be such differences in how different people deal with the world.
When I do something now, I always feel unsteady. I don’t know if I am a kite pulled by someone. I feel like a kite with a broken string and no support. When a person loses support, your happiness and laughter are like a few wisps of smoke exhaled when smoking. Others walk by gently and disperse it without a trace. A feeling of happiness can easily evaporate if it has no foundation in life.
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In addition to always taking first place in kite flying, the award I have won the most is "Labor Activist". In addition, I rarely received awards when I was a child. So, at that time, I was very eager to get praise from others. Once, I couldn't help but buy myself a certificate. I wrote on it "Award to Wang Han, the three best students", put it in my schoolbag, and took it out to read every day. I love this vanity, it feels good. My parents didn't notice it, but even if they did, they would know it was fake. Zhizi Moruo's parents knew very well that I couldn't get that kind of award.
The good feeling about vanity makes me not care about material rewards, but pursue spiritual praise. As long as someone praises me, it fulfills my greatest wish. This was a fatal weakness of mine as a child, but for some reason, few people used the magic weapon of praise to subdue me.
Back then, the highest material reward I ever received was a notebook, and the highest honor I received was "Learning Activist". This rare honor actually came a bit strangely, because for a period of time my academic performance dropped, but through hard work I improved a little and returned to the original level, so I won the award. This may contain the principle of retreat in order to advance.