A man's inspirational story, his fist won the war, but failed to win respect.

Many people know that I used to be a photographer, but many people don't know that I used to be a boxer and won the second place in the youth group of the boxing competition in the autonomous region.

From attacking each other with heavy gloves in both hands to feeling and recording the subject with eyes in both hands, I not only experienced a career change, but more importantly, I learned a word: forbearance.

I used to be a violent person, because I thought only fists could defeat opponents, and only fists could protect themselves from bullying.

I believe many people have been bullied by a man named "Big Fat" at school. When I was in junior high school, the fat man in our school once poured boiling water on my desk. I couldn't beat him then. Forgive me, but I don't want to. I decided to practice boxing. One day, I got a chance to fight with him. I called three times that day, just in time for me to join the league that day. I won the big fat man, completed the initiation ceremony ... and quit the league.

I thought at that time that I would be bullied if I put up with it, so I couldn't put up with it! Even at the cost, I still feel like a hero. I fell in love with boxing.

Went to technical secondary school, was found by the PE teacher and brought to the competition site. I was compared to the autonomous region from school and won the runner-up. At that time, I felt that my fist could prove myself, and I would drill wherever there was a fight.

Once my classmate was bullied by people outside the school. I just can't stand it. How dare my people move? ! I went to fight that man, and as a result, he brought a dozen helpers, and finally I was beaten to the north.

Although I was hurt by this beating, I still felt that there were too many opponents, so I won. If I have more helpers, I will definitely win! Except these two times, most of the time I can punch those who bully me, so I feel very awesome!

Until an accident, I hurt my eyes in a game and was forced to put down my boxing gloves. Fists are useless, and I fell in love with such an introverted thing as photography. I began to observe everything around me from the lens and think more.

When I arrived in Beijing, I saw the world, shouldered my camera and worshipped Master Wang Lu. He sees through my personality, but on the other hand, he is too strict with himself in all aspects. Master always talked to me, suppressed her temper and lightened her burden. She kept talking to me with a knife in her heart, and I planted a seed in my heart.

In the summer of 2009, in my hometown of Xinjiang, in the capital of Urumqi, that day was bloody and dark. I was in Beijing, and I was sad to see the news. Just a few days later, in July 1 1, I received a phone call from my old friend while taking the subway. I talked to him in Uyghur and vaguely felt a murderous look, only to find that a tall and strong man next to me was staring at me all the time. The moment the car door opened, he raised his arm and gave me an elbow on my neck, and then got off. I stared at him, grabbed my neck, watched him get out of the car and stood there with a provocative expression. He seemed to be waiting for the outbreak of a big war, but I smiled at him. In his surprised expression, the door closed.

I had a sore throat for several days, but I kept thinking, why didn't you get off at that time? Will I beat him? Even if you can't beat it, you can still breathe, right? I told this to my Platini Meng Chengxiao. Michel platini kissed me on the forehead and said that when you grow up, you will understand that you can't solve the problem with your fist. Patience and forbearance do not mean that you are afraid, but that your inner world is much stronger than that man, so you laugh. Michel platini gave me the most satisfactory answer.

I used to think that running horses can best reflect the power of horses, but since then, I think what is more powerful than this is the moment when the horseshoe stops at high speed, which is the power of patience.

Shall we talk with our fists or smile? It's the easiest to speak with your fist, just use your strength, but it's the hardest to smile, and you need to endure your inner impulse. Some friends have made moves, but more friends have found that when you put up with it and let the impulse become communication, you get the respect you want.

Each of us may encounter problems in life, but please remember that fists can't solve problems, and we should endure when we should. Please remember to be calm for a while, take a step back and lose yourself before winning others.