At the age of twenty-one, he came to Beijing from other places to learn from his teacher, but he ran into a wall everywhere. Soon after, he and some friends set up a small club and made a living by busking in the street. At that time, he lived in the suburbs of Beijing, and it was more than an hour's drive from his residence to the city center. In order to save money, he doesn't even want to take the bus. He goes back and forth by bike every day, and the daily journey takes four or five hours. However, he never missed a study or performance. ,

But fate always seems to joke with hard-working people. Failure comes again and again, and success becomes an unreachable goal. Once, he practiced late into the night as usual before riding home. But just how far he rode, he suddenly found that the chain of his bicycle had fallen off. In the street in the middle of the night, the bus has stopped, and he has no money to take a taxi. There will be an important performance the next afternoon. He stamped his foot, gritted his teeth, threw his bike to the side of the road and walked back to the rental house in the suburbs.

It was the rainy season, and the sky was dim. When he returned to his residence, he was soaked to the skin. He was dizzy and fell to bed with a high fever. He knows in his heart that something will happen if it goes on like this. So, I finally propped myself up, rummaged through everything to find a broken pager, took it to the street and sold it for more than ten dollars. I bought two steamed buns and several packs of cold medicine, but I just survived.

When he arrived at the performance venue with sallow face in the afternoon, his partner was startled and asked him what had happened. He told what happened last night with a smile. Looking at his haggard face, his partner's tears swirled in his eyes, patted him on the shoulder and helped him to the front desk without saying anything.

A few years later, Degang Guo has swept the country. A reporter dug up these stories of his year and asked him why he could persist until now.

He smiled and replied, "When I was young, my family was poor. At that time. When it rained at school, other children stood in the classroom waiting for an umbrella, but I knew there was no umbrella at home, so I ran home in the rain. Children without umbrellas have to run like hell! People like us who have no background, no family, no money and nothing, what's the point of living if they don't work hard and run hard? "

You have your own fragrance.

There is a young man who really wants to make some achievements. At first, he always tried to summon up courage to do everything. However, gradually he lost confidence in himself and achieved nothing. Therefore, he felt very inferior.

He went to visit a successful elder. He hopes to get some inspiration from the elder. After the meeting, he asked the elder such a question: "Why is the result of other people's efforts always successful, but the result of my efforts is so bad?" "

The elder smiled and shook his head and asked him, "If I give you the word' Xiang' now, what will you think of first?"

The young man thought for a moment and replied, "I will think of cake." Although my new pastry shop closed a few days ago, I still think of those delicious cakes. "

The elder nodded and took him to visit a zoologist friend. After meeting, the elders asked each other the same question.

The zoologist replied: "These two words will first remind me of the subject I am studying now-in nature, there are many strange animals who use the fragrance from their bodies as bait to catch food."

Later, the elder took him to visit a painter friend and asked him such a question.

The painter replied, "These two words will remind me of Yuan Ye with blooming flowers and dancing girls. Aroma can bring inspiration to my creation. "

After coming out of the painter's friend's house, the young man still didn't understand the intention of his elders.

On the way back, the elder took him to visit a wealthy businessman who had lived overseas for a long time and had just returned home to visit relatives. During the conversation, the elder also asked the other party such a question. The wealthy businessman who has lived overseas for a long time said emotionally: "These two words will remind me of the land in my hometown. The fragrance of my hometown land makes me dream. "

After bidding farewell to the wealthy businessman, the elder asked the young man, "Now, you have met many excellent people. So, do they have the same understanding of' fragrance' as you? " The young man still shook his head in confusion.

The elder continued to ask, "Do they have the same understanding of' fragrance'?"

The young man shook his head again. At this point, the elder smiled and said meaningfully, "In fact, in life, everyone has a unique fragrance, and so do you, with your own fragrance. Why are you not doing as well as others now? That's because you are just watching how others appreciate your own fragrance, and you ignore your own fragrance. "

outside the window

Looking out my bedroom window, I can see a tall hibiscus tree. On that spring day when the smoke trees are jagged, the red dots are really charming. Touched my inspiration and stirred up my literary thoughts. Over time, I actually took this "neighbor" standing opposite the window as my confidant.

However, one morning, I looked through the window and suddenly found that a storm last night had eroded it beyond recognition. Suddenly, a sadness of "falling flowers" passed through my heart! I can't help feeling that I stumbled on the road of life, experienced many twists and turns and lost many beloved friends again and again. Isn't life like a flower in the wind? !

After a while, it gradually faded. Once, when I came back from the countryside, I felt that the indoor air was a little dull. When I opened the window inadvertently, I suddenly felt a bright eye: a piece of red bougainvillea caught my eye, and it was frozen under the setting sun. The unexpected surprise made me almost unable to control myself. I'm surprised. Why didn't I find this budding unyielding life behind death?

Yes, the last petal of hibiscus has fallen, and people's praise for it has been forgotten in the past memory, but bougainvillea has grown up and is as red as fire, showing people the change and continuation of life.

Who can say that gains and losses are not symphonies? ? _? ? _? ? _?

I stood in front of the window for a long time and deeply realized that there is no four-point scenery in life. As long as your heart is always facing the sun, you will find that every morning there will be a beautiful and hazy vision rising in front of your window, and the world will always convey the prelude of hope.

The most common touch

This is a true story, a heroic hymn written by an ordinary person.

An 85-year-old man has lived alone in the mountains for decades and has never been far away. In recent years, the local government has repeatedly advised him to go to a nursing home to enjoy his old age, but he insisted on picking up garbage and planting a small piece of land at home to make ends meet.

At that time, it was midsummer, and the torrential rain caused a once-in-a-century flood. The mountain village suffered a devastating blow when the flash floods broke out. Farmland was washed away, houses collapsed, and people and property lost a lot. Fortunately, the old man and his house survived.

After the flood receded, there was a mess everywhere. The old man can't sit still any longer. He risked his life to run from door to door and visit from door to door. Every time I go to a house and see someone, he can't help crying. The immediate disaster deeply shocked him. He said to the village cadres: "I have lived for so many years and have never seen such a big flood and such a terrible disaster."

The old man came home with bitter tears in his eyes and sat wearily in the chair. Images of the villagers being homeless and starving come to mind again and again. He suddenly stood up, went to the back room, scooped up a handful of rice and put it in the mortar for a while. His hands are worn out and his waist is tired, but he doesn't want to stop. He persisted and persisted. I don't know how long it took, but he finally made a bag of rice. He looked at the time, walked into the room, took out a shabby little cloth bag from the cupboard, carefully tied his mouth and put it in his arms. Then I took a rice bag and didn't rest. I only took a sip of water in a hurry, barefoot, carrying rice on my shoulders in the scorching sun, stumbling through knee-deep mud, walking on the mountain road for six hours, and sending the rice to the temporary fundraising point of the township government.

He put down the rice and said to the people at the fund-raising point, "Quick, send someone to my house to pick rice." Everyone in the township government knows him and says, "Grandpa, keep your rice. You are not well off yourself." The old man looked anxious: "No, I can make do. The villagers need it more than me. " Say that finish, I took out a small cloth bag from my arms and solemnly handed it over. "This is a token of my appreciation, please accept it!"

The comrades at the fund-raising point opened the cloth bag, which was full of receipts of five yuan, ten yuan, ten yuan and twenty cents, a thick stack, a whole thousand yuan. That is all the savings of the old man for decades. This is his pension! Everyone present was in tears.

On August 3rd, 2006, at the "Love Southern Hunan" disaster relief benefit gala jointly held by the Propaganda Department of Hunan Provincial Party Committee and provincial TV station, people all over China saw this affectionate and loyal old man and knew his touching story.

A reporter went to interview him, but the old man still said that simple sentence: "The villagers need help more than me." The reporter was deeply moved and wrote with infinite emotion at the end of the article: "He is the most ordinary and humble person in China, that is, the ordinary person we often say. But his noble quality in times of crisis makes us firmly believe that with such common people and such a national backbone, no difficulty can stop our progress. He is a hero of our time. "