I remember a story to the effect that there are two stones, one carved into a step and the other carved into a Buddha statue. In a big temple, thousands of people walk up and down the steps every day, and thousands of people worship the Buddha statue every day. Gradually, the first stone began to complain to the other stone. We came together. Why do so many people trample on me, but they are respectful to you? Because you only got a few knives and became a step, but I went through many cuts to become this Buddha statue. After that, both stones were silent ... This philosophical story tells us that no one can succeed casually. There is a tenacious heart under every glamorous appearance, and every successful person has experienced countless failures and setbacks.
Not long ago, I met Ding Ding and Man Man of Ningxia in Beijing through the introduction of Comrade Lao Xu. Both of them are in their thirties. Ding Ding is the office director of an advanced club, while Man Man works in Ningxia TV Station. In Mamam's words, her job is money and fame. She doesn't like Taiwan Province's personal intrigue, so she opened a jade jewelry store in her spare time. Tintin's hair is very short and eye-catching, and Maman's hair shawl is charming and white. It is said that I have a jade processing factory, which is doing well. They specially brought a box of large and small jade raw materials from afar and asked me to help them process them into products. After more than two months' efforts, dozens of small pieces and brands have been delivered, and two large pieces are now entering the final lighting stage. I don't know what Mamam does in TV. Maybe she has logistics and a small reporter to help her look after the store, so she has so much time to come out to buy goods. Mamam said that she prefers freedom to being too restrained. She spends all her spare time running a jewelry store.
I remember an opportunity more than 20 years ago, and I almost became a colleague of Mamam. I just graduated from high school that year and worked as a helper in my parents' small restaurant. A couple in their thirties upstairs will come to the restaurant to eat two bowls of Huimian Noodles after work at noon every day. In the long run, everyone will be familiar with it. I learned that the man works in the county propaganda department and the woman is an engineer. In the 1990s, there was no TV station in this small county. One day, the reporter across the street said to me, are you studying liberal arts? My answer is yes.
He said that the propaganda department is going to recruit a group of high school graduates for training, and they will be able to work in the newly established TV station in two years. It's okay for you to be the mayor's uncle and say a word. I'll introduce you. Although I mentioned it to my mother, my mother refused to talk to my uncle on the grounds of causing trouble, so I had to give up. A few years later, I went to work in other places. Qiu, my deskmate in high school, was recruited internally by a relative who was a town leader. After two years of training, she became a TV reporter. Twenty years have passed, and I have been staying in the south. I only go back on New Year's Day. I have never met Qiu. A few days ago, I heard from my friends in my hometown that Qiu did a good job and was soon promoted to the director of TV station. I don't regret missing that opportunity, but I am glad to have a freer space and a wider world, so that I can fly freely. Everyone has a different life path, whether it is arranged by heaven or chosen by himself. As long as you work hard, there will be oases in the desert.
Perhaps influenced by my father, I like reading books since I was a child. When I was a child, my closet was full of naked books. My father has no savings, so he spends all his money on books except living expenses. In the 1970s and 1980s, my father asked my uncle to buy books from the mainland and send them to him. Then I heard about it. I have read many books and always think that one day I can make up some touching stories with my imagination, just like the authors of those books.
Being a writer was a ridiculous idea when I was a child, but this dream has always been with me like something I like, because the twists and turns of life have been thrown into the river of years and there is nowhere to salvage. Until two years ago, I wandered aimlessly in the network, attracted by the beautiful literature in the netizen space, and followed the literary website, which made me linger. Later, I finally couldn't help but be eager to try and published some messy words. It's all rubbish now. Two years of hard work, although still like a toddler, but every step on the road of writing is gratifying, even if you fall, you must get up and walk again.
The solstice in winter is the coldest day of the year in the south. After New Year's Day, I feel that spring is back. The sunshine is warm through the wide streets and narrow lanes, the sky is blue and cloudless, and the colorful scarves around the neck are very comfortable when the south wind blows. I feel that the four seasons are like a person's life, and spring is a carefree childhood, lively and lovely; Summer is like an enthusiastic teenager; Autumn is a quiet and far-reaching middle age; Winter is a quiet and wise old age. Every season has different connotations and unique beauty, which may only be experienced by people with heart.
Walking through the corridor of time, every life will leave a long or short projection. Drunk in the ink, looking for lost dreams in the ink, many years later, just to prove that I have been to this world, and left a few crooked footprints. I always think that people who love to laugh are not too unlucky, and good people will definitely have more blessings. If you don't trust me, people will be ashamed of me; I don't promise, I don't live up to people. Poetic life stems from the romantic feelings in my bones. I just want to keep this window, a curtain dream and a courtyard flower. Accompanied by this piano, a book and a pot of tea. I don't want to wake up in this dream full of ink all my life.