Why should life be colorful? Simple and clear would be better. What should I do if I have too much? After all, it will be covered with grass.
Two: Failure and frustration are a rare wealth.
I know a woman whose husband left her after an affair. After the divorce, she didn't feel depressed, but accepted the reality calmly. Without the interference of other affairs and feelings, she settled down to study hard and successfully obtained her doctorate a few years later, which created a peak for her studies. In her later work, she met a divorced man with similar interests, and they hit it off and started a happier marriage life than before.
Hemingway, an American writer, said, "People are not born doomed to failure. People can be destroyed, but they cannot be defeated. " Failure and mistakes often become touchstones of the right path in life. On the road of life, mistakes, setbacks and failures are always inevitable. The attitude towards mistakes and failures is very important. People should have the courage to face up to mistakes and the determination to overcome failures. Many people always complain and regret the mistakes or failures that have happened, which is a negative reaction and does not help. The most important thing is to correct mistakes or make up for losses as soon as possible, so as not to cause greater regret.
If a person's growth is compared to the growth of a tree, then failure is equivalent to the process of "growing roots" and success is equivalent to the process of "growing leaves". Without a deep failure, success may be superficial. Temporary success does not mean that you can succeed forever. Every failure is a ladder to success. Success is the exertion of advantages, while failure is the accumulation of disadvantages. People should know themselves from failures and setbacks, find their true selves, improve their ways of doing things and correct their goals. It is things, not people, that fail. If you do something wrong, facing it bravely is the best remedy. After experiencing setbacks and failures, if people can reflect and sum up and know how to face the future, then failures and setbacks are a rare treasure.
Difficulties and adversity are the grindstones of life, which sharpen the blade of courage and make you stronger. The same is true of setbacks, which often lead to a turning point in life. The lowest tide in life is often the beginning of climax. Frustration is like a stone, it is a stumbling block for the weak, so that they can't fall; But for the strong, it is a stepping stone for them to stand higher and see farther.
Three: Our youth is like summer.
The cicada outside the window is tearing at the dreary sky with a long sound and a short sound. I am sitting in the classroom of the third district middle school, sweating like rain, and the days are like years. I tried to open my eyes, and lines of Chinese characters flashed by. The ceiling fan stirred the hot air in the classroom weakly, and sometimes gave out one or two harsh "zi zi" sounds. The dark green Parthenocissus climbed the high wall around me in the campus and waved to me hard.
Outside the high wall, students from the middle school attached to southern Hunan are out of school. Southern Hunan High School is a provincial key high school, which finished school earlier than us. The students filed out of the school gate with a big golden signboard. That school gate is the one I dreamed of striding into countless times. In order to enter that school gate, I almost tried my best and spent nearly nine years. However, I am still wandering outside the school gate, and I can only look at it with admiration.
We are about to graduate from junior high school, and our teacher has finished all the courses in advance. The head teacher suggested that we review in minutes and prepare for the senior high school entrance examination. Chinese, mathematics, chemistry ... textbooks are marked with dense horizontal lines with black charcoal pens. Every scratch is an important point, and all the important points should be remembered. We don't know which scratch will be the test question. What we can know is that we can't find any reason to return outside Zone 3 Middle School, even if there is a dead end ahead.
After school in the afternoon, Iron Bull suddenly caught up with me. Tie Niu is my best friend since I was a child. He lives in the same neighborhood, goes to the same primary school and goes to the same class. Because of his poor academic performance, the teacher assigned him and me to different classes in junior high school. After all, I am a top student in my studies, and top students and poor students can't be in the same class. This is a rule handed down from generation to generation by the school.
I still remember that autumn when I was divided into classes, Tie Niu shed a bunch of tears, which seemed to have the taste of being demoted to the world but unwilling. That autumn, Tie Niu's mother enrolled him in five or six cram schools. He didn't dare to object, but he walked through the town under the rows of dim street lamps, like a walking corpse. The autumn wind rolled up the plane leaves in the street and turned into ice in winter. Tie Niu's achievements, like a piece of ice, chilled his and his mother's hearts.
"Let's go for a drink." Tie Niu said, "I know a bar that allows minors to enter."
He and I turned and walked into a remote "Herbal Garden" KTV bar. He asked for two beers and gave me one. I waved my hand to show that I would vomit if I drank it. He smiled and gave a loud whistle to the waiter, replacing a draft beer with coffee.
"Can't, go home can only be beaten and scolded. I just feel like I live in a bar. " He took a swig of draft beer: "I have no hope for the middle school attached to southern Hunan."
"As long as you have worked hard, there is nothing to regret." I patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.
"Are you laughing at me? Also encourage me? " He blocked my hand and staggered back a few steps: "Don't tell me anything about studying hard in the future. Otherwise, I will break up with you. "
I watched him wait for a while through colorful lights, and he became familiar and strange.
He was drunk and threw up all over the floor, so I had to help him all the way home.
When I got home, it was late. Just after eating two mouthfuls of rice, my mother began to talk. The master's son got good grades, went to the middle school attached to southern Hunan and studied dance. It is estimated that he can take a heavy exam. When it comes to the master's son, his mother's eyes are shining and she can't wait to exchange her son for the master's son.
Suddenly, my mother closed her eyes and said, "I said you ..."
I took a big bite of rice, and then pretended to burp: "Mom, I'm full and I'm going to review my lessons."
"Think that year, you didn't even get into high school? Also said me. " I muttered, ran into the study and slammed the door, and my mother's words were thrown out.
Time slipped through my fingers bit by bit, and I seemed to hear the whistle of the senior high school entrance examination. We took out all the books in the desk and tied them into a big bundle. Tomorrow, here is the Chinese examination room. We must empty all the tables.
The dog took out a thick guest book and asked us to sign it one by one. After the senior high school entrance examination, the dog will go to the south. His parents just divorced, so he chose to stay with his mother, whose hometown is in the south. Someone ran to hug the dog, someone secretly cried, someone gave the dog a gift, and the whole classroom was filled with the atmosphere of where you are going.
"Hush, hush, hush" and "The Chinese exam has begun" The headmaster whistled and shouted loudly outside the classroom, louder and sharper than cicadas in summer.
This noisy school has finally become quiet, so quiet that only the sound of "rustling" in the pen is left. After the exam, boys and girls gathered in the corridor. They chattered and exchanged answers, laughing, cursing and sighing.
At the school gate, parents blocked the whole street. As soon as we walked out of the school gate, it was like walking into a huge whirlpool. You have no choice but to follow the whirlpool, there is no way out.
To my surprise, I got my report card. My grades have plummeted than usual. Obviously, I think I did a lot of right things, but in the end I was all wrong.
My mother changed her old habit of nagging and was busy in the kitchen silently. Instead, she shook her head and looked helpless. The room was so quiet that you could even hear the heartbeat. I know my mother is "after the rain clears up".
"After dinner, accompany me to the middle school attached to southern Hunan." Mother's words finally erupted like a volcano: "It seems that we can only ask President Qi for help now, and ask him to be magnanimous and let you, the black sheep, enter the middle school attached to southern Hunan for a few more years."
It's already past eight o'clock in the evening when I came out of President Qi's house. My mother suddenly got a call from a colleague, and she left me in a hurry. She didn't forget to give me a hard look when she left.
At that moment, I suddenly had the idea of drinking. But I touched my wrinkled pocket and took back my raised foot.
"I want to drink!" Iron cow jumped out from there.
In the KTV bar of "Baicaoyuan", we were drunk in a daze. From time to time, enchanting women pass by with cigarettes and look at us with strange eyes. It seems that in their eyes, we are two complete monsters.
Drunk, we walked back in a daze.
Night hangs over the silent street, and the dense plane leaves cut the dim street lamp into strange pieces. Without the wind, the sky is more sultry, making people breathless, but they have to stumble forward. ...
Four: the big stone in life
One day, a time management expert gave a lecture to a group of business school students. He gave a live demonstration and left an indelible impression on the students. Standing in front of those students with high IQ and high education, he said, "Let's take a quiz", took out a one-gallon jar and put it on the table in front of him. Then, he took out a pile of fist-sized stones and carefully put them into the glass bottle. It was not until the stone was higher than the bottle mouth and could no longer be put down that he asked, "Is the bottle full?" All students should say "full". The time management expert asked, "Really?" He reached out and took out a bucket of gravel from under the table, poured some into it, knocked on the glass bottle wall and filled the gap between the stones below. "Is the bottle full now?" He asked for the second time.
But this time the students understood something. "Maybe not," one student replied. "Very good!" Experts said. He held out his hand, took out a bucket of sand from under the table and began to pour it into the glass bottle slowly. Sand fills all the gaps between stones and gravel. He asked the students again, "Is the bottle full?" "Not full!" The students said loudly. He said, "Good." Then he took a pot of water and poured it into a glass bottle until the water was flush with the bottle mouth. He looked up at the students and asked, "What does this example mean?" An impatient student raised his hand and said, "It tells us that no matter how tight your schedule is, you can do more if you really work hard!" " "."Don't! The time management expert said, "That's not what it really means. This example tells us that if you don't enlarge the stone first, you can never put it in the bottle again. So, what is the big stone in your life, the time you spend with your lover, your beliefs, education, dreams, or, like me, educating and guiding others? Remember to deal with these' big stones' first, or you won't be able to do it for a lifetime. "
In the same space, things are placed in different orders, and the outcome is very different; At the same time, the order of work arrangement is different, and the results are quite different. The most important "big stone" must be ranked first.
Son, when you can understand this story, you should seriously think about what the "big stone" in your life will be. Then you must remember to put it in your bottle first.
Fifth: Sow the seeds of good thoughts.
I am a seed born with infinite energy, constantly emitting the light of truth, goodness and beauty. This is the responsibility. -inscription
Everyone has actually planted a unique seed from the moment he came to this world, so he has assumed a responsibility to himself, others and society. The most important thing is how to cultivate it. When we use empty cups to absorb healthy and happy nutrients, we will begin to sprout and grow rapidly; When we grow up and frankly challenge the harsh environment of wind and sun, we begin to become strong and mature; When we stand up and repay the society countless times, we begin to gain the recognition of the people and the needs of the motherland. On the contrary, if we plant resigned, timid and irrelevant seeds from the beginning, then we are doomed to accomplish nothing! If you sow well, you will reap well. This is the power of seeds.
Seed is actually a very interesting thing, because it is broadcast backwards, unpredictable but inevitable. The Buddha said, "Things change with the heart, the environment is created by the heart, and troubles are born by the heart." In other words, the quality of the scenery in our eyes has a great relationship with our own mood. Therefore, when the result of a thing, whether good or bad, is inevitably related to his initial intention, some people will be happy every day, just because there is something positive in their hearts, spreading infinite positive energy, and he knows how to be grateful. He knows that everything he does carries responsibility and mission, so he enjoys it. This is the seed of good thoughts.
It has been some time since I entered the society from school. I'm glad to meet Mr. Wu Mingfeng, who let me know what seeds are. Now, I can really analyze why I grew up like that, because all the fruits come from the original seeds-everything we look inward and everything we do in front of us are sowing the seeds for the next stage of fruit. And since I understood what seeds are, I planted the seeds of loyalty, professionalism, health and happiness!
Six: I succeeded because I worked hard.
"How can sparrows know the ambition of swans?" Remember Bobby Chen? Remember the peasant uprising in Chen Sheng and Guangwu? Not satisfied with the status quo, Chen Sheng, the servant of the landlord, finally launched a peasant uprising and won a decisive victory in the battle. He succeeded. It was his strong ambition that led him to victory step by step. He questioned that "princes have a kind of peace" and he was not willing to be a slave. He wanted to challenge his fate, so he succeeded.
What should we learn from Bobby Chen's story? In fact, isn't the fate of each of us the same? It's just that there are too many tricks of God on people. It's nature that makes them mediocre all their lives, mediocre all their lives, and trampled by others all their lives. These are not reasons. The real reason is that they don't have the ambition of swans. They have no ambition and would rather be birds all their lives.
For a ray of light and heat, moths bravely jumped on the light. Although some of them died in the light, they still conquered the light and heat and stayed in the light. Even so, how many people?
Each of us has unlimited potential, but too many people have wiped it out under the control of fate. Those successful people can succeed because they have brought their potential into play. On the road to success, their strong ambition and self-confidence have become their only spiritual weapon to overcome difficulties and setbacks. They are eager for success, they are eager to stand on the top of the mountain and become the peak, they are eager to be the first to see the sunrise, and they are eager for other mountains to look short under the sky. ..
Because I worked hard, I succeeded. Yes, people with strong ambitions can finally stand out on the battlefield. Big waves wash sand, showing the true colors of heroes. Of course, this does not mean that you can succeed if you have the ambition to go to a publishing house. You have to go through many hardships. It doesn't mean that a great responsibility will fall to the people in the future. You must first suffer their pains, work hard, starve their bodies and be empty. Do you have the courage to overcome these difficulties Do you dare to challenge fate? Do you have the determination to overcome the difficulties? Do you believe in yourself? If you can answer these questions for sure, then you have succeeded. Did you see those envious, jealous and lost eyes? It's time to be surrounded by flowers!
Seven: life is ascetic, difficult and dangerous.
It can only be extracted from the deep mountains after being struck by thousands of hammers. It regards the burning of the burning fire as a very common thing. I don't know how the pen of time began, but I can't find the beginning, so I can dream about how to squander the future. The past years have painted a magical thing. This magical and mysterious thing originated from dreams, groping for precipitation in emotions and talking to time. I will leave this sad nib on the paper again, and it is difficult to think about this ascetic life again. I remember the ascetic wandering all my life, just for my sense of belonging to a wanderer, a long-lost boring feeling, and looking for my way home. Those once sweet dreams, those once indulged in pain and sadness, always depict a dream with gaps. In the empty thoughts, the pen tip is budding, writing down the fleeting time and affairs. However, life's asceticism is hard, and asceticism is understandable; This is also a noble sentiment.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. As time goes by, mountains and rivers pass by. Whenever I hide in the bustling city and listen to an old song in such a quiet night, I sometimes think of countless pictures along the way and go through hardships. When I stare at the blank stationery in the blog, I have an idea that I don't know how to play with thick ink. In this way, I invaded. If countless wanderings are just to end the wandering footsteps, I would like to end this difficult life journey as soon as possible. Those who have experienced the asceticism of life, along with the wandering footsteps in recent years, have been to so many strange cities, seen countless unforgettable scenery, and passed by familiar strangers, sometimes thinking of their own time and inexplicable feelings in a lonely and quiet time; I used to be happy.
There is a color of memory, neither deep nor shallow, but it tells the twists and turns in memory. It is a journey that has gone through so many years. On blank stationery, seemingly familiar and beautiful stories, so hard and bitter, have nothing to do with sadness; It has nothing to do with loneliness, but it outlines my familiarity and deep concern for the lost years. In this ascetic life, I have danced with the thoughts and feelings in this condensed suffering, and I have listened to it like water. The emotions and thoughts at this moment, condensed with hard sweat and tears, are always so quiet and empty. I can't understand why I am so intoxicated and can't explain my feelings, so I can't put on sadness and feel lonely and sad. The prosperous afterglow left smoke for the years, and the pale time covered itself with fragility. No matter how tenacious and persistent I am, I still can't get rid of the sadness of the fleeting time, telling the sadness and loneliness.
In countless wandering days, a person walks strong and independent, prosperous and lonely. Know this ascetic life; No matter where the journey is, there may always be a journey. Strange scenery belongs to only one person, without fear. There is still a thorny road ahead, too much fate, just; I will go through all the lost and dangerous situations alone. There will always be a time when people who have been ignorant learn to understand, know the pain of losing, know how to cherish what they didn't come when they had it, and know how much resentment they have towards the past when they missed it. In the lack of perception, there is a lot of resentment against difficulties and obstacles, bumpy experiences and the passage of life. Memories are generally a period of time, when grief burned to ashes, a difficult experience; Only in this way can I understand how to let the past go with the wind.
The asceticism of life is always stormy all the way, and the years dance lightly, so that the sigh pen of the fleeting time will eventually write endless bitterness. When you are in it, you will understand that this is just a growing experience. Accompanied by countless fleeting memories of mistakes, I remember the fragmentary thoughts on the way. After I understand them, I always warn right and wrong, regret bitterly, and only whisper at the beginning ... my lingering cold and sadness, so I will shed my scattered desires and longings in a series of broken dreams. The asceticism of life is extremely difficult, and no one can predict whether it will happen or not. Philosophical thinking is a kind of thinking, which dispels philosophical thinking. Why can't it be avoided in the short sentences of lonely words? The light ink meticulous brushwork in your hand is so sighing and haggard. Maybe; All the troubles related to memory wander at the tip of the pen, full of emotional entanglements.
The fleeting time lost a sad feeling, with emotional elegance, overflowing and injecting into my heart. No matter where the asceticism in this life goes, what kind of fear is intertwined in the difficulties and obstacles, and there is always no detailed thoughts in the city of time. I tried to be attached for a while, but the reality is that I am not in the mood and can't bear to suppress it in my memories. I am decadent on my journey forward. For the dream in my heart, I walked through the traces of asceticism wet with tears. I was so eager for happiness. In the years of indulgence, I regret burying my extravagant hopes. All defects will eventually be cast, but that is the time when the years have passed. There is no need to slow down asceticism. If you want to start, it's now. The asceticism of life, a clear understanding and thorough understanding of the true meaning, is not always for a mistake, and there is a kind of tears that can't be understated in a cold place in my heart. Always remember that the road to asceticism is so difficult and difficult.
Sometimes, it is a kind of mood to communicate with happiness, maybe it is yourself at all. You can ignore all the right and wrong in the world, firmly face the mentality that life has passed by, that is, learn to appreciate simplicity and simplicity in the indifference of time, and don't expect anything. Just be happy, don't make public, don't show off Look up and admire, ordinary and simple, just a gesture. Don't indulge in pain, don't hang your eyes and sigh lightly, those prosperity and noise are washed away by time. Hide in the emotional turmoil, be a simple person who has no sadness, loneliness, no floating life, no turbulent years, promising years and various customs, and will never be trapped by feelings, sort out his thoughts, let life be an ascetic, and find the power lost in the years. In the past, with the wind, the clouds intertwined and the dust settled. Let the simple self, live among lovers, be consistent and bloom at will.
Time has no shadow, and the years are affectionate. Quiet in the depths of time, quiet in the distance, with a calm mind, emotional thinking, touching warmth, there is always beauty in the world. Maybe; Austerity is a beautiful ocean, which allows you to cross the sea by boat, wander in the ripples and microwave calm, and enjoy comfort in asceticism. Perhaps in the surging waves, let the dialogue between vicissitudes and years surge with time. Let life's asceticism, brave struggle, clear up emotional confusion, and return to the heart. An ocean that accommodates all rivers is great. Silent heart sutra of life, chanting the hardships given to oneself, dreaming of reading the asceticism caught in the unknown. Go forward bravely. Give yourself too much wind and waves, and you will definitely break them. If the past ran aground, it was just a vague emotional entanglement, deposited in the earthly misty rain that happened to take off, thinking about it, sighing sadly, time passed and never came back.
Many people say; Life is a TV play, but life is an ascetic. The alienation of fate and the pulse of gathering and dispersing are tortuous and arduous. At the moment of departure, I bid farewell to everything around me and drifted from one place to another, never knowing where the end point was. Numerous twists and turns in those confusions have confused the initial clarity and also shrouded the confusion of the road of life. We always pursue with tears, follow the pain of years, bear the wind and frost again and again, and always believe that there is always a smile blooming ahead. The asceticism of life is only for chasing the light in dreams. In reality and optimism, if you clear your mind and know how to ferry tangled thoughts, you should know that plum blossom fragrance has come from bitter cold and lived a well-deserved life through vicissitudes.
It was rainy and windy, and I went to the long river of years. I have experienced countless storms and suffered from human suffering. There is always pain and pain around me, and in the confused days, I have expectations; If it's just fate playing tricks on me and making my fragility a doll of time, then time, will you, please be kind to me? I always imagine that years are looking for answers, knowing that I have spent countless difficulties and obstacles in asceticism, and vicissitudes have given me countless understandings and insights. Life is colorful in front of me, and I don't think of pain until after it. Despite countless injuries and failures, the preciousness of life and the passage of time, time is still lonely despite lamenting the ruthlessness of time. Years are still quiet and fragrant in the dark, and the road of life is full of thorns. In the aestheticism of dreams, songs are endowed with power. The mountains and rivers overlap and the tears sway.
The asceticism of life is the right path of human vicissitudes, sorting out vacant thoughts and looking for bright spots. Stick to the faith, and let the strong go through the suffering without an appointment with life in the time when youth is drifting away; There will always be different scenery, tired; Get extraordinary benefits. With the hardships of life, with hard hands, give life a gentle relief, and make every effort to make life dance in hardships and condense youth. I believe that the missed yesterday will always be the starting line of tomorrow. The meaning of life lies in the constant search, and the end of the dream must be paid to succeed. The world is wide, much ado about nothing. We are not cowards of time, nor dolls of time. Let us live a quiet life as ascetic monks, and push the charming ferry all the way in the years when time is hidden.