Nowadays, people are more or less troubled by procrastination. Some people are worried about it, while others are indifferent to it. In my opinion, it is a wise choice to slow down the pace of life under the fast pace of urban life. Maybe some people will be angry about it, because wasting time is undoubtedly a chronic suicide. This statement is true, but it is vulnerable in the mode of operation of modern society. If wasting time is a chronic poison, it will erode people's fighting spirit and stifle people's health; So tireless is more like a cancer that has been lurking for a long time, and it will make people lose their lives in an instant. Turning on the mobile phone, we can easily see the news that urban white-collar workers died on their desks after working overtime, the tragedy of accidents caused by drivers' fatigue driving, and the tragedy of students' suicide by jumping off buildings ... At this time, are we still willing to believe that "staying up late" and "snacks" are the meaning of life? When we touch the abdomen bulged by sitting for a long time, when we look at the dark circles in the mirror caused by staying up late, when we pick up the comb and find our rising hairline and shining head, will we continue this day and night life with peace of mind? The rising weight, soaring blood pressure and thinning hair all tell us a truth: the final result of hard work is death.
Of course, it is inevitable that some people will scoff at this and think that procrastination is to choose to escape, which is a manifestation of lack of courage and responsibility. It is true that many people choose to delay because they are afraid of challenges, but history tells us that this theory is not valid: Zhuan Xu, who studied grilled fish in Taihu Lake for three years in order to assassinate Wu Wangliao, Kong Ming, who was waiting for the wise Lord in Wolong, and Sima Qian, who would rather be imprisoned than die happily, are all lazy or cowards? If this theory holds, wouldn't Gou Jian become a cowardly king? Because he spent eighteen years fighting Wu; Didn't Zhong Er become an ambitious generation? Because he returned to the throne after 0/9 years in exile abroad/kloc; Didn't Jiang Shang become an idle guest? Because he fished in Weibin and didn't come out to work until he was eighty. However, is their "procrastination" really meaningless? Imagine, if it weren't for the delay of the imperial examination, would Pu Songling's life be crystallized into Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio? If it weren't for the delay in the completion date, would A Dream of Red Mansions still have the opportunity of "ten years review and five additions and deletions"? If there is no delay in defending Yuyang, will there be a cry of "Great Chu Xing, Chen Wangsheng" in osawa Village? It can be seen that procrastination is not necessarily an escape. It may be the waiting of the strong or the brewing of the wise.
However, procrastination mentioned here is not a meaningless waste of time. The cover-up and connivance of the royal family to the eunuch clique in the Eastern Han Dynasty is not included, nor is the muddle-along of the Southern Song Dynasty under the iron heel of the Jin people, nor is the ruthlessness and ineffective reform of Empress Dowager Cixi before the spring tide.
However, on a warm afternoon, you are lounging on a park bench with a book in your hand. No boss urges you to work quickly, no customer's phone keeps ringing, and no desire for fame and fortune in your heart forces you to do what you don't want to do. You can have a heart-to-heart talk with friends in the book, enjoy the scenery around you, or pick up your mobile phone and call your long-lost friends in the distance. Is it not good to drag on like this?
Senior two students write 800 words, haste makes waste.
The summer vacation has begun, and my summer vacation plan has been postponed. My mother will take me to Jianshan to play when she sees me watching TV or playing mobile phone at home. I readily agree. We went to a scenic spot first, and we have already been there, but this time my mother said that they knew a path and it was close to us, so we decided to take the path. The scenery of this path is very beautiful. Looking down, there is a small river. The deeper the river, the greener the water. The most beautiful is the opposite mountain, where lavender flowers and white flowers are interlaced. Decorate the original simple castle peak into a beautiful painting.
Walking, we suddenly found that there was no road ahead. Finally, after searching for a long time, I finally saw a way down. But this road is covered with pebbles, and there are also some big stones. We can only go down from here, because compared with other roads, this is a good road. The uncles and aunts in the same industry took the lead. I'll go next, and my uncle and aunt can take care of me. I was very excited at first, but I suddenly became wary when I stepped on it. Because the stones there are particularly loose, it is easy to fall if you don't step on them! My uncle told me to try with one foot to see which stone is solid, and then step on it. In this way, we all followed my uncle step by step. Sometimes the roads in some places are narrow and slippery. My uncle told us to catch wet grass, not hay, because wet grass is stronger.
Just as I held my breath and walked forward step by step, I suddenly saw an ant walking on the stone road. It only takes a few seconds to get from one side of the road to the other, which is almost as fast as flying for me. I was particularly angry and said, how can this ant run so fast? Everyone laughed when they heard it. There is a place where we really can't go on. My uncle stepped on a weed and moved it down a little. We also learned from him this afternoon.
We finally reached the river, played by the river for a while and began to walk back. At this time, we saw a road, wide and flat, which was far from the road when we came. When I saw this road, I kept sulking and muttering, "Why were we so stupid just now? When we had a good road, we didn't take a bad road! My legs are still weak! "
The more I think about it, the angrier I get when I think that we have a good road to go and a particularly difficult shortcut. Isn't this "haste makes waste"? I will never do such a stupid thing again.
Three high school students write 800 words, haste makes waste.
Haste makes waste, and seeing small profits can't achieve great things. One sunny evening, a scholar and a boy were carrying a heavy book box. Seeing that the city gate was about to close, the scholar hurriedly asked an old man for directions, but the man said, "Go slowly, the city gate will open. If you are anxious again, the city gate will be closed. " This is a joke. The scholar hurried to the city gate, only to find the book spilled on the ground. The scholar raised his head in surprise, turned around and understood the old man's meaning. By the time I get the book, the gate should have been closed! The scholar sighed, "Haste makes waste. I'm hungry for nothing." That's me! "
This is the truth of our game today. 29 1, 292, 293 ... The game was successful when the teacher wrote 300 numbers in six minutes. My hand slipped and I wrote 2 wrong, just right. I really fell down in front of success, how is it possible, I think.
The picture goes back to six minutes ago. When I heard the beginning, I calmly wrote 1, 2, 3. I'm not worried at all. When I was over 50, I was a little surprised to hear that there was out. Fingers are like clockwork. The faster you write, the more excited you are. Can I win today? I said to myself in my mind. After more than a hundred years of writing, there are very few people left. Three digits have already started. I don't care about speed. I just think about how to write the numbers correctly: 20 1, 202, 203. I'm thinking about the numbers in my mouth. I'm getting closer and closer to success!
Suddenly I heard someone shout: We can succeed! Speed up! My heart is like a burning flame. I am extremely nervous and excited. I am bent on finishing it as soon as possible, but I keep telling myself that I just can't get up. The end of 40 years. My hands and feet are almost numb, and my fingertips keep slipping. When only the last seven digits were left, time came relentlessly.
Looking back on all this, I gradually understand the truth that haste makes waste. At the last minute, I didn't keep my speed steady, but I was in a hurry to catch up. Finally, I missed my success because I was nervous.
In life, there is no truth that haste makes waste. Last year, I took the piano ten-level exam. At first, I pursued speed, only to find that I could never play well. Slowly, I hit sentence by sentence, not seeking the perfection of bullets, but seeking the exquisiteness of details. Sure enough, I got "excellent" results in the grade examination.
The protagonist, who is eager for success, encourages the seedlings, but violates the law of the development of things, and the seedlings can't go on.
Sometimes soon, but not necessarily soon. Only when you are calm can you achieve quick results. Distance equals speed times time. First of all, we must control the time. Steady progress is better than temporary speed. People who blindly pursue speed may fall down on the road to success, but they will never reach the finish line. Only those who are calm, not eager for success, and not blindly pursuing speed, the light belongs to you!