Introduction: Salted fish can also have dreams, share an inspirational story, welcome to read.

Be a salted fish with dreams

Text/Liu Yongzong

In order to motivate myself to actively create in my spare time, I signed on QQ I wrote this sentence: "If there is no dream in life, what is the difference between it and salted fish?" Many friends gave me "like", but a girl sang "against" me: To put it bluntly, I feel Xianyu has a dream, otherwise why would Xianyu turn over?

A word awakened the person in the dream, and brought me back to the source of my dream-seeking journey. When I was 19 years old, I dropped out of high school and came to work on a construction site in Xiamen. The hard work day after day made me almost lose my edges and dreams. Every time I lay in bed exhausted, I would always think I thought: This is how my life will be, with no education, no background, and an introverted personality... Some people say, "Even beggars can make a difference one day." (Even beggars can make a difference one day). I looked up in the low work shed. But it seems that there is no light ahead.

One day, I found a writing book on a bookstall in the Xiamen night market. It was like finding a treasure. After get off work, I started reading voraciously. After get off work the next day, I was ready to "make another appointment" to travel among books. I rummaged around the bedside for a long time, but couldn't find this beloved writing guide. The master who lived with me saw me rummaging through the box and said, "Stop looking for it, I've hidden that book." He is so diligent, he has gone to college a long time ago, and now he is still working here?! It is important to work with peace of mind and make money to support the family! Because he is an elder and my master, so sincere and sincere, I can only worry about saving my money and living frugally. While thinking about the fate of the books I bought, I asked myself, could it be that as the master said, a salty fish like me should not be "high-minded" in the first place?

Perhaps it is due to the persistence of dreams, and Perhaps because of my youthful and rebellious mentality, I still insist on reading and writing, but more often I go underground, such as under the street lights near the construction site or in the square in the park. When night comes, I look for places with lights. Wherever I go, I secretly carry pens and paper or books I found on the street, and keep reading and writing. Half a year later, my perseverance gradually yielded small results. Whenever I learned about the news published in the article, I was ecstatic, even if it was just a piece of "dried tofu" - a short piece of information.

However, my literary enthusiasm often encounters embarrassment from around me. Once, I showed a sample newspaper with my article to my co-workers, hoping to share the joy together. As a result, when I wanted to return the newspaper a few days later, I realized that it had been used as toilet paper by a co-worker; another time, an enthusiastic co-worker helped me "show off" a magazine called "Yellow River Literature" that contained my essays. It was "robbed" by the workers and circulated for a few days. The publication that came back to me was damaged beyond recognition... At that time, I felt distressed and helpless, so I had to smile bitterly. No wonder these workers, the rough life of them made them I have no time to take care of these details, and I can only stick to my "alternativeness" and use literature to warm myself so that my spiritual level will no longer be barren.

Perhaps my snail-like diligence finally paid off with the blessing of the God of Opportunity. In the summer of 2005, while I was installing the ceiling on a simple wooden ladder while sweating profusely, I received a call from a middle school teacher. called me and asked me if I was interested in going to Beijing for development. Although I didn’t know what “copywriting planning” was at that time, I just heard that I could use a computer and was engaged in writing-related work, so I was already very excited. .

From south to north, all the way to now, I have successfully turned from a junior copywriter to a marketing director. I still insist on creating in my spare time and have published my own collection of essays "Wandering is a River of Youth" ...Although writing is no longer a primary requirement for making a living, I still tell myself not to forget every hard day I have gone through and to be grateful for writing.

After work, when I overlook the bustling crowds of people at Beijing Station from the window, I always feel some emotion. Occasionally, I think of the origin of the name "salted fish" - it is said that Hong Kong used to be a fishing port. , fishermen did not have any advanced equipment when going to sea to fish, and there was no ice, so there was no chilled fish. But the fishermen wanted to catch more fish, so they would pickle the fish they caught first with a lot of salt to prevent the fish from smelling. When the fishermen returned to port, the fish had been pickled for a long time, just like a mummy.

If when fishermen are picking up these fish, they suddenly find that one of them is alive and can jump up. People call this "salted fish rebirth", and this "salted fish" with strong vitality is usually given beautiful things. The symbol of an omen means that life will turn around 360 degrees.

Yes, salted fish can also have dreams! Be a salted fish with dreams. Even if you feel helpless and hopeless in life, please don’t draw conclusions for yourself easily! As long as you have dreams, you can Be brave and pursue it bit by bit. In fact, many times, success also requires "turns and twists" before "there is a bright future in another village".