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The other day, the rural cousin bought a house in the county, all the people are celebrating him: in less than forty years old, became the general manager of the best local hotel; bought a set of two million worth of houses; in and out of the life of the secretary, no longer have to worry about any trivialities of life. Incidentally, his parents also with him, living a "five days in the city, two days in the countryside" days. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of a movie, and the second time I saw it was when I was in the middle of a movie.
Some people said with my aunt and uncle: your family this child, it is really competitive. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. As the most common farmers, in addition to the field, the only hope is pinned on their children, in fact, like our previous generation, who is not all the love smashed in the children, and throw yourself.
My cousin's family used to have a very hard time. I remember when my cousin came to my house as a child, was never any bag, often a plastic bag, carrying some of their two big bags of vegetables, vegetables, mud so stained his pant legs. The white sneakers on his feet always had patches, and the patches were always dirty extra fast. My mom was always very saddened every time she saw him, and he was shy and resolute with his "nothing, nothing". His home is the most common cottage in the countryside, a bed, a stove, a table, a radio, a cupboard, that's all. When I go to his home, I always see him sitting in front of the door to write homework, write until dark, and then into the house. He can't afford to turn on the lights, and often does his homework with candles in the house, and thankfully, his eyes have not been nearsighted until now.
The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was able to see it in a very good way, and it was a very good thing that I was able to see it in a very good way. In those years, the so-called neighbors, whenever I spoke with my cousin at the door, always said in a bad mood: two wild children, noisy. Then slammed the door shut. One year it rained in the winter, because I went out and forgot to bring the key, I stood with my cousin under the eaves of a neighbor's porch, and the neighbor smacked us for blocking the light of their home, yelling at us to go away, my cousin and I just leaned against the door of our home, half of our naked body has been drenched in the outside for two hours.
He would often say at that time: the day will always be better.
Cousin's grades have always been very good, and after the midterm exams, he chose to go to a junior college. The first thing he did was not to agree with his uncle, who felt that he could not afford to suffer his children even if he was suffering, and dragged him to the school to change his volunteer, and he said: "It's okay, if you go to a junior college, as long as you work hard, you won't be too bad. For a poor family, early to be able to share the burden of the family is much more important than the so-called high degree, the end of junior college, he became the most common hotel waiter.
I have to say, that "poor children early home" really has some truth. In the hotel's first few years, cousin from the box waiter to the kitchen backstage, then to the hall front desk, almost all the positions have let themselves through once. You must be surprised why the boss was willing to let him go through every position, because after work, he volunteered to help out at every position, even participating in food preparation and miscellaneous chores and unloading, which were originally not even related and the last thing anyone else would want to do. Every vacation, he did not rest, the New Year is also, the whole five years, he did not go home for the New Year, but in the hotel busy. He also had his selfishness: he wanted to be promoted as soon as possible, and simply wished to improve the conditions of his family.
He almost accomplished two consecutive jumps in six years, and in the tenth year as general manager, in and out of high-grade places, buy a car, buy a house, seems to have become the most common thing, everything as he wished, it seems to be a little faster than he thought. Along with that, those neighbors have long become acquaintances, volunteering to dry their clothes for them, and will also warmly greet any guest in their home.
One day, we sat down to drink coffee together, chatting about the road traveled over the years, I said: you are also really considered to be competitive, especially for your parents face. That night, he smoked a lot of cigarettes, I can still see more than twenty years ago when I first met him: small eyes, always smiling, covered in mud, the hand of the vegetable bag, a small body will speak "I can, really, I can".
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Ms. Wei is a friend of mine from my middle school days, and she is probably the closest friend of mine from my student days. After graduating from college, she went to a foreign company, and honestly, over the years, in addition to seeing her microblogging occasionally in the retweet, she almost rarely in the social platform to let us know her life. And my greetings with her are limited to a friendly hello every holiday.
Last month, when we got together, perhaps it's been a long time since we've seen each other, I made a date with Ms. Wei and hoped that she would come back to Shaoxing to participate. She is probably also a moment of happiness overwhelmed, immediately agreed, so this became my date with her after many years.
Well, wait until she is really stunning: I want to say that the original obese world of her all go a flabby, lean and dynamic. She turned out to look beautiful, just because of a body of meat let people ignore, become a melon face of her, a pair of deep eyes embedded in the face, sparkling. A person's appearance is enough to prove that she has been living in these years in the end is not good, handing over the business card is a pile of English, the following few lines of Chinese, fellow travelers said, "I can not see ah, are certified public accountant," Miss Wei smiled, full of professional beauty and the sincerity of the present world.
I would like to say that the beauty of a person never needs to be deliberately expressed, that is, she sits next to you, you can feel the qualities that she exudes, whether it is good or bad. The first thing that you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. She can really hear a lot of modesty in her sloppiness.
She seemed well-trained and comfortable at the table. Everything is normal and friendly.
Suddenly, Lao Huang raised his glass and rushed to Ms. Wei, "Wei, you say, you have become so good now, when the old Joe will not regret ah!" The old yellow this dangerous molecule a drink more began to talk nonsense, he spoke of the old Joe, is when you Miss Wei chased the object, but unfortunately, the old Joe is a "party of appearance", in front of the class, in a self-study class, yelled: look like a fat pig, or a good job reading it. Miss Wei's emotions were out of control, cried for two periods of self-study classes, and then did not eat for a few days, the old Joe did not blame himself, a group of boys walked past the Miss Wei's seat, always slanting his eyes.
The scene is a little awkward.
Miss Wei said: I struggled for so many years, really not to sit with him and drink coffee Oh! After that, and Lao Huang touched the cup. Once a person has the bottom line, the ability of all the dry goat to turn into a jade, as if they are in their own control.
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This incident, seems to be very small, seems to be not worth mentioning. But I always want to say that what I have been constantly working on for so many years, even though I have not succeeded, fills me with hope every day.
When I was young, I loved to write, and what I was most happy about was never how many grades I got, how many places I finished in the exams, or what I got for being a "good student", but that my teachers were able to say, "Your writing is really good".
In my first year, every night after I finished my homework, I would write. My parents were upset, they thought it was too much work, and I did drop from the top five to the bottom ten. But I swear it was definitely because of my mistakes, not because of the writing.
And I was most surprised by my homeroom teacher at the time. He was surprised to learn that I was writing every night. He said with my mother: she mustn't be allowed to spend so much time writing, after all, studying is the most important thing. And in a self-study class, he talked to me for an entire class, analyzing the uselessness of writing and the usefulness of the midterm one by one, and finally telling me that I must not write any more, I must not. I was surprised that my math teacher, as well as my language teacher, also told me: there is no use practicing writing every day except for the necessary writing, do you want to make a living out of it? Although nowadays, I can also tell her that if I really let me rely on writing to eat, I can also solve the subsistence, but at that time, I still nodded and put all the manuscript paper into the drawer.
I picked up writing again at the age of twenty-one, when I suddenly felt it was time for me to do something, and it was at that moment that I finally remembered the writing I had loved. I can't say how much I read then to whether or not it was useful, but I spent almost all of my after-school time in the library, reading, writing, and sending manuscripts. Half of my living expenses will always be spent on books, printing, and stamps, so even if I had a sporadic fee at the time, it wasn't enough to make me rich.
People often ask me if I found it difficult to submit a manuscript at first.
I can only tell you the truth: it was very difficult, almost hopeless.
It was about two years later that I started to make progress, and newspapers began to ask for my articles and publish them. I often stayed up until two or three o'clock because of an article, just to check for typos over and over again; I also often went through all the books in order to investigate the source of a sentence, and my former roommate often said: Virgo is really too serious. And I just want to say, I just want to try to cherish every opportunity.
Now, after work, I also often write, talk to comfort my dream, but also very lucky and often have unexpected surprises, such as the encouragement of readers. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on this. I remember a friend from junior high school said, "Your teachers should have regretted what they said at that time. I said: It doesn't matter, really.
After so many years, I didn't mind so much, and what's more, I'm not good enough to make them mind nowadays. Honestly, no matter what I can get out of the road of writing, in what others think, it does not matter to me, I will always remember that I had to write in secret at the age of fourteen or fifteen, and now I can write in the open, how happy.
We never know how long the road of life is, nor do we know exactly how long our hearts want to run, but we are also clearly aware of the effort to move forward, is the best gift to life. We work so hard, not to touch anyone, not to prove to anyone, perhaps just because not willing to inner best self was innocently abandoned, and day and night to tell themselves never give up.