A jujube grows on a tall jujube tree. Jujube trees care for it every day, the sun kisses it and the wind hugs it. Therefore, it looks beautiful and healthy. One day, someone came to pick red dates, and it was overjoyed: it finally had a chance to leave the jujube tree and enter the world. Let the whole world know how beautiful and noble I am. "Mom, I want to go out!" It did not hesitate to break free from the embrace of jujube, jujube even had no time to explain half a sentence!
This date is put with other dates. Feel wronged, angry and unhappy. It thinks: me! Not like them! I am beautiful, I have a glorious history, I have profound knowledge, I have rich feelings ... but now I am mixed with them, ordinary and not outstanding at all. If I really hang out with them all the time, I'm afraid I'll never get ahead, and I'll never find the way to success.
It is! This jujube is full, delicate, sweet and bright red. This is really a good jujube. But other red dates are no different from it, the same dazzling red, full and sweet. This kind of jujube is really difficult to show its own characteristics among many identical or similar dates. It is useless to sigh and worry. It is determined to leave other red dates and find a way by itself.
It left these ordinary red dates and ran out! After a meadow, the grass is dressed up and having a party! Look, they are wearing colorful crowns and swaying in the breeze, smiling and whispering in the sun. How happy they are!
Jujube looked at these "childish" little things, then shook his head and said loudly, "Hum, I used to live on a tall branch. The wind kissed me, the sun shone on me, and my whole body shone. How beautiful! That's noble! You ... "But nobody cares about the grass, as if its words were blown away by the wind.
Jujube was very angry, but there was no way but to move on. I don't know who walked by and kicked it into the garbage beside the road! An unpleasant smell came to my nose, and when I struggled, it was covered with mud. Just when it was full of depression and confusion, a group of flies in red hats and green silk shirts flew towards it, humming and lisping hymns, as if a little fascinated.
Jujube thought: The fly is really an avid poet, and always seems so enthusiastic and excited about what it wants to praise ... At this moment, the fly found it and swarmed, and their lips were enthusiastically printed on jujube, kissing and licking; Then he flew again, humming praise: noble and beautiful girl, how elegant you are. ...
Jujube can't help getting carried away. It feels that it has found someone who really appreciates itself. What a treat! Its heart began to be filled with happiness, comfort and satisfaction, but even the stench that made it disgusting was not so bad. Soon, it completely adapted to the life in this garbage dump. Here, it no longer smells bad, and it is surrounded by black dirt, only it is red and dazzling.
Jujube is really satisfied. I admire my beauty every day, listen to the praise of flies and tell my glory. History: I used to live in a very high place ... when it was intoxicated, there were some things that puzzled it. Why are the earthworms in the garbage dump only busy moving garbage every day and never praise them? Why do people who pass by here cover their noses and look disgusted? One day it proudly said to the earthworm, I am so beautiful and noble, why don't you praise me? Look at your ugly face. The earthworm said, I'm sorry, I'm too busy to take care of this. Jujube thought: it must be the earthworm's jealousy.
Not long after that, Jujube felt uncomfortable all over, as if she were ill, and she didn't know why she was so flustered. At this moment, an old man came over, and she said, what a pity that such a big red date should not be here! Then pick it up and bury the red dates in the ground.
In the evening, jujube cried alone in fear! It doesn't want to be buried underground like this. It tried to get out, so it stood up desperately. Then the earthworm came over and said, let me help you. Since then, earthworms have come to help it loosen the soil every day, and in a few days, let the red dates drill out of the ground. At this time, Jujube felt that earthworms were not so ugly. Remembering her previous rudeness, she said shyly, thank you, earthworm! It's windy and rainy, suffocating! At this moment, the grass next to me said, Come on, hold the soil firmly with your roots and use them to absorb water. Hearing this, Jujube really stood firm. After the rain clears, the sun makes it dizzy, and the grass teaches it: let the water out of your roots! So, with the help of friends, jujube no longer feels terrible about wind and rain, and the sun is sinister and grows up day by day! Watching yourself grow into a strong jujube tree, jujube trees are so happy!
It is autumn again! Jujube trees are covered with red dates. It tries its best to deliver nutrition and water to jujube children and make them healthy and beautiful! Just like its mother.
What a strong jujube tree people are walking under! What a beautiful date! At this time, the jujube tree is full of sweetness, and it really tastes happiness-happiness depends on your own efforts, which is by no means something that flies can give.
The dates on the tree are ripe, and they are clamoring to leave home and go outside. Jujube told them this story when he was a child, encouraging them to find jobs that really suit them. Jujube left it and walked away.
Red dates at this time, no! This time it should be called jujube tree, which is really empty. Looking at the old jujube tree with dates beside it, standing in the autumn wind with a wrinkled skin arched. The yellow leaves on the branches rustle in the wind, which seems to be a knowing smile. It remembered the song:
I will be you when I grow up.
Only then did I know that in that nagging
All traces of love
I will be you when I grow up.
Know the fulcrum of your life
Will only be desperate to lift us high.
I will be you when I grow up.
I just found out that you have children in your heart,
Except yourself.
I will be you when I grow up, and I will be you. ...
The classic prose about pretentiousness: pretentiousness
Somehow, half a hundred men know their fate, go downhill, have no passion, and everything goes with the wind; Half a hundred men lament that only when it is their turn to talk about marriage, can they lament the rush of time, and only when they see boys and girls spreading their youth wantonly can they feel sad for their rings; Half a hundred men are pretentious, and the years have passed mercilessly, but they have changed a lot. The old man of time has given himself a lot.
Half a man has a heavy burden and is the pillar of the family. They bear the burden of life at both ends and truly appreciate the hardships of being parents-respecting and caring for the elderly, educating and managing children, and holding hands with their wives in the middle. Looking at the wrinkles and silver hair roots in the mirror, it is really "now I know the taste of sadness and want to say it." Half a hundred men have been honing for more than 30 years, but now they are facing many puzzles-age, education, layoffs, reorganization and competition. Therefore, in order to survive, we can only "pull the old ox to break the car", dare not make any mistakes, go all out, work hard and "fight" in the front line. If the car doesn't fall, push it. I hope I can take the last bus home safely!
Half a hundred men have experienced ups and downs, know how to be indifferent to the world, and can be humble and calm. He knew that he could not choose his birth, that his family was harmonious, and that family peace was happiness; In the treatment of love, there is less expectation of desire and more concern for responsibility. In interpersonal communication, be less casual and more reserved. In the material pursuit, there is less picky and more casual. With this indifferent attitude towards fame and fortune, he will appreciate himself and satisfy himself. He knows that less impulsiveness, more calmness and self-satisfaction are the greatest successes. Yes! In fact, "the world of mortals", who can really see through!
Half a hundred men have gained something, their children have grown up, and their time has gradually increased-reading their favorite books, enjoying their favorite music, writing their favorite words, or inviting the above-mentioned friends and poets to sit in the halls of teahouses and cafes filled with music, leaving a space for their hearts, allowing their thoughts to soar and live in a free spiritual realm. He knows that he should be responsible for his own life, live for himself and not go with the flow. If you look down on life, you will have a life realm of "leisurely seeing Nanshan". Isn't this the biggest gain? You should know enough!
Half a hundred men have a lot of feelings. When they enter their twilight years, they can take responsibility and be responsible for themselves regardless of their career achievements and wealth, which is called "quality". Thoughtful, independent, moral and caring, it can be called "top grade". A carefree, humorous, charming, nostalgic, carefree, honest and self-disciplined man belongs to "boutique". Regardless of goals and aspirations, learning to be unknown, learning to muddle along, and learning to be helpless are all "semi-finished products"; Regardless of talent and strength, learning to be duplicitous, getting together and getting something for nothing belong to "disabled goods" ... half a century of busyness and power, and too much thinking about what "goods" are!
In fact, for those who die young and those who go to jail, men who have enjoyed 50 years of spring, summer, autumn and winter are happy enough. Therefore, a person who has walked for half a hundred miles should be an ordinary person with a normal heart. "Don't lose face, look at the flowers in front of the court; You don't have to envy youth, youth and wealth, so that your study, life, work and family will always be full of youthful vitality and happiness!
The classic prose about pretentiousness: pretentiousness
Pretending to be conceited is painful. All pretentious people need to use too much brain to study how to make themselves different. Probably, they spend more time pretending than really being different.
I don't want to be an ordinary person, but I'm not pretentious. It is human nature not to want to be an ordinary person and live an ordinary life. People may wish to have wild dreams or pursue them, but it is useless to be pretentious.
The pursuit of extraordinary life is because of fear of boredom and monotony. Pursuit itself is an interesting process, and I never object to others having dreams.
Pretending to be extraordinary is actually monotonous. The first thing I did when I opened my eyes was to think about how to make myself different. When I close my eyes and can't sleep, I am also thinking about how to make myself extraordinary. I only think about one thing from morning till night. Why not monotonous?
Ordinary and uneven are innate. Packaging can attract people's attention, but it can't make an ordinary person extraordinary. Extraordinary is a gift, a temperament, and it is impossible to pretend.
If someone asks me: Do you want to be an extraordinary person? I will say: think, think! If that person asks: Are you pretending to be forced? I will say: no, I won't do that, I won't persecute myself like that.
No megalomaniac doesn't mean you don't want to make progress. Egoism and enterprise are two different things. A megalomaniac is just arrogant and may not do anything to improve.
An unpretentious person does not mean choosing an ordinary life. A pretentious person may have an ordinary life, an ordinary quality and an ordinary achievement. They just insist that they are extraordinary, and they believe that even if they are nothing special, they are extraordinary. There are many such people.
I can tolerate idiots who pursue their dreams, but I can't tolerate pretentious idiots. I don't need others to be pretentious because of "arrogance". Pride can't cover up the ordinary, just as humility can't cover up the extraordinary. In fact, ordinary people and extraordinary people don't need to be pretentious, which is redundant.