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Once upon a time, two hungry people were blessed by an elder: a fishing rod and a basket of huge fresh fish. One of them asked for a basket of fish and the other asked for a fishing rod, so they parted ways. The person who got the fish built a bonfire with dry wood and cooked the fish on the spot. He wolfed down the fish and didn't taste the meat of the fresh fish. In a flash, he ate all the fish and soup. Soon, he starved to death by the empty fish basket. The other man continued to starve with a fishing rod, and walked hard to the seaside step by step, but when he saw the blue ocean not far away, his last strength was exhausted and he could only die with endless regrets. Two hungry people also got a fishing rod and a basket of fish from their elders. It's just that they didn't part ways, but agreed to look for the sea together. They only cook one fish at a time. After a long journey, they came to the seaside. From then on, they began to make a living by fishing. A few years later, they built a house, had their own family, children and a fishing boat made by themselves, and lived a happy and healthy life. A person who only cares about immediate interests will eventually get short-term happiness; One should aim high, but face the real life. Only by organically combining ideal with reality can we become a successful person. Sometimes, a simple truth is enough to give people meaningful life enlightenment. The Value of $20 This is what I read from an English story: A father came home from work late, tired and a little upset, and found his 5-year-old son waiting for him at the door. "Dad, can I ask you a question?" "What's the problem?" "Dad, how much can you earn in an hour?" "It's none of your business. Why do you ask this question? " Father said angrily. "I just want to know, please tell me, how much do you earn an hour?" The child pleaded. "If you must know, I earn $20 an hour." "Oh," the child lowered his head and then said, "Dad, can you lend me 10 dollars?" Father is angry: "If you ask this question just to borrow money to buy meaningless toys or things, then go back to your room and sleep." Think about why you are so selfish. I work hard for a long time every day and have no time to play children's games with you. "The child quietly returned to his room and closed the door. Father sat down, still very angry. After about an hour, he calmed down and began to think that maybe he was too hard on the child-maybe the child really wanted to buy something, and besides, he rarely asked for money. The father walked into the child's room: "Are you asleep, son?" "Dad, not yet. I'm still awake." The child replied, "I may have been too hard on you just now," and my father said that I was furious today-here is the $65,438+00 you asked for. ""thank you, dad. "The child shouted, took out some crumpled bills from under his pillow and counted them slowly." You already have money, why do you want it? "Father said angrily, because I didn't have enough before, now I have enough. "The child replied," Dad, I have 20 yuan now. Can I buy it from you for an hour? Please go home early tomorrow. I want to have dinner with you. "Share this story with the people you like, but more importantly, share this $20 worth of time with the people you love-this is just to remind everyone who works hard not to spend a little time on people who care about us and let time slip through their fingers. Don't let yesterday's depression cover up tomorrow's dreams! At a seminar, a famous speaker held a $20 bill in his hand and didn't make an opening speech. Facing the 200 people in the meeting room, he asked, "Who wants this $20?" Put one hand up. He went on to say, "I want to give this $20 to one of you, but before that, please allow me to do one thing." As he spoke, he crumpled up the money and asked, "Who wants more?" "There are people holding hands. He added, "So, what if I do this? "He threw the money on the ground, stepped on it and ran it over with his foot. Then he picked up the dirty and wrinkled bill. Who wants it now? "Someone still raised their hands." My friends, you have had a very meaningful lesson. No matter how I treat that bill, you still want it, because it hasn't depreciated, and it's still worth 20 dollars. On the road of life, we will be knocked down, bullied or even crushed by our own decisions or adversity countless times. We feel as if we are worthless. But no matter what happens, or what will happen, you will never lose value in the eyes of God. In his view, dirty or clean, dressed neatly or untidy, you are still priceless. "Tip: The value of life lies not in what we do, nor in who we make friends with, but in ourselves! Rostain and Long Mu are two French photographers. In 2000, they arrived in new york, not far from Wan Li, to attend the "Oscar" ceremony. Only when I arrived did I find that there was no chance to interview the stars at all. As a result, they spent a high price to live in a five-star hotel where the stars stayed, specifically "waiting for the rabbit", but until the stars were all empty, they still found nothing. Rostain Long Mu is a little depressed. Will he really get nothing? That day, they walked into Tom Hanks's room, and careful rostain suddenly found a box of whitening tooth powder in the garbage bag. He immediately thought of Hanks' white teeth at the award ceremony. It must have something to do with this box of whitening dentifrice. He should put it away at once. He found the waiter again and offered to help them clean up the garbage in all the star rooms. From then on, they found a "doorway" that others ignored. Four years later, in Manhattan, new york, an exhibition named "Superstar's mortal journey-star garbage exhibition" was unveiled, and the organizers were rostain and Long Mu. More than 2000 items were exhibited, such as canned food, mineral water bottles, newspapers and magazines. "groupies" swarmed in, and many stars themselves came to take part in their "nostalgia" trip. Later, rostain and Long Mu applied for patents for these star rubbish and made a fortune. Twenty-five years ago, there was a young man selling fish balls in Singapore. Because fish balls are delicious and popular, he has a considerable deposit after a few years. Many years ago, fish balls were just a small food to prevent fish from rotting. Several people saw that the fish balls he made sold well, so they partnered with him. Some people do it at home, others sell it on the street. As a result, business has grown. Not long after, the young man said that he would borrow 6.5438+0.5 million yuan from the bank to buy equipment in Japan. It turned out that he saw a news that a high-yield meat grinder had been produced in Japan. "Are you crazy? Fish balls can be made by hand, and there is no need to buy such expensive equipment. " His partner is very dissatisfied. "We have to look further. Only when we grow bigger can we earn more." The young man said. A fish ball sells for 20 cents and only earns 70 cents. Everyone thinks this is a unnecessary thing to do. It's like jumping into a fire pit. "In that case, we won't do stupid things with you." The partner saw that he didn't listen to persuasion and parted ways with him. A few months later, the young man bought the equipment from Japan. Not long after, people found that he no longer sold fish balls in the street, but his fish balls could be seen in every corner of the city. Other vendors did not expect that since the young man's fish balls went on the market, they could not be sold, because the young man's fish balls were superior in appearance and taste. Gradually, they also began to sell young people's products. After several years, the young man's daily output of fish balls has increased to 10 ton, which still can't meet the market demand. In the past 20 years, his annual output of fish balls has reached 8,000 tons, and his turnover has reached more than 30 million yuan. At the beginning, that young man was Lin. He is the largest fish ball manufacturer in Singapore and the "king of fish balls". In an exclusive interview with Lianhe Zaobao in Singapore, he said: "In fact, I just changed fish balls into quantifiers in my mind. Fish balls are' one by one', but in my mind, they are all sold by tons. " Changing the word "star" to "ton" is an upgrade of quantifier and also an upgrade of entrepreneurial goals and life aspirations. I haven't seen my father for over two years. What I can't forget most is his back. That winter, my grandmother died and my father was relieved of his job. This is a day when it never rains but it pours. I went from Beijing to Xuzhou, and I plan to go home with my father. I went to Xuzhou to see my father, saw the messy things in the yard, and thought of my grandmother. I can't help crying. Father said, "Well, don't be sad, but God never shuts one door but he opens another!" " "I went home to sell pawns, and my father lost money; Borrowing money for the funeral again. The situation at home these days is very bleak, partly for the funeral and partly for my father's leisure. After the funeral, my father will go to Nanjing to work, and I will go back to Beijing to study. Let's go together. In Nanjing, a friend made an appointment to go sightseeing and stayed for one day. The next morning, I will cross the river to Pukou and get on the bus in the afternoon. Because my father is busy, he has decided not to send it, and found a familiar waiter in the hotel to accompany him. He repeatedly told the waiter to be very careful. But he finally worried that the waiter was not suitable; I hesitated for a moment. In fact, I was twenty years old that year, and I have traveled to and from Beijing two or three times, so it doesn't matter. He hesitated for a while and finally decided to take me personally. I advised him not to go; He just said, "Never mind, they can't walk well! "We crossed the river and entered the station. I bought a ticket and he was busy looking after the luggage. There is too much luggage, so you have to tip the porter to go. He is busy bargaining with them again. I was really smart at that time, and I always thought he was going to interrupt myself because he didn't speak well, but he finally settled the price; Walk me to the car. He chose a chair near the door for me; I spread out the purple coat he made for me and sat down. He told me to be careful on the road, to be alert at night and not to catch a cold. And let the waiter take good care of me. I laughed at his pedantry in my mind; They only know money, they just ask for it! Can't people my age take care of themselves? Well, now that I think about it, it was really clever at that time! I said, "Dad, you go. He looked out of the car and said, "I'll buy some oranges." "You stay here and don't walk around." I think there are some vendors waiting for customers outside the fence on the platform over there. To get to the platform over there, you have to cross the railway, jump down and climb up. Father is a fat man, so it is naturally more troublesome to walk there. I was going to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go. It was not difficult to see him limping to the railway and leaning down slowly, wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe. But it is not easy for him to climb the platform over there when he crosses the railway. He climbed up with both hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing signs of hard work. Then I saw his back, and my tears soon flowed down. I quickly dried my tears. I'm afraid he will see it, and I'm afraid others will see it. When I looked out again, he had come back with the bright red orange in his arms. When crossing the railway, he first scattered oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, then picked them up and left. When I arrived here, I hurried to help him. He and I walked to the front of the car and put oranges on my fur coat. So I dived into the dirt on my clothes and felt very relaxed. After a while, he said, "I'm leaving. Write it there! " I watched him go out. He took a few steps, turned around and saw me and said, "Go in, there's no one inside." When his back was mixed with the crowds coming and going, I couldn't find it anymore, so I came in and sat down, and tears came again. In recent years, my father and I have been running around, and the situation at home is getting worse and worse. When he was a teenager, he went out to make a living, made his own living and did many great things. I didn't know the original environment was so depressing! He was so sad that he couldn't control himself. If you are depressed in the middle, it is natural to send it out; Family trifles often touch his anger. He treats me differently. But in the last two years, he finally forgot my shortcomings and only thought about me and my son. After I came to the north, he wrote me a letter, which said: "I am in good health, but my arm hurts badly." It's not convenient to pick up a pen, so my departure time is not far away. " I read here, and in the crystal tears, I saw the back of that fat, blue cotton robe and black mandarin jacket. Alas! I don't know when I can see him again!