There are too many excellent people in the world, so you should remember to be yourself.

I once took a calligraphy class. At first, I studied with the idea of practicing calligraphy. But I didn't expect the professor to talk about the history related to words. I can't help feeling bored. I think many people have the same idea as me. Therefore, fewer and fewer people come to class. But to my surprise, the professor is still so enthusiastic and sometimes misses the bus back to school.

I began to take an interest in him.

He never calls the roll in class, nor does he want any handouts or courseware. Just bring a glass of water. One stop is two hours. He once wrote a small seal script of Qin on the blackboard, and studied every word deeply.

This surprised me. Although I can't hear his class, I can feel that in this small square classroom, there is a dead old man who is very independent. He is sharing his favorite things.

He talked about his life. During his time as the director of personnel department and staying in school to do administrative work, he always liked writing. Listen to him say that his works have nothing to do with calligraphy, but he doesn't frown and complain at all.

He talked about forgetting me in the last class. He said that people can only live a healthy life if they forget themselves. I looked at his smiling face and was suddenly moved.

What moves me is that the world is never short of excellent people. Most people can achieve worldly success step by step and work hard. But too few people live in high places. Most people's Excellence is nothing more than living for their parents, living for others and enjoying the envy of others.

But we often forget the expectations of life.

What is selflessness? Self-forgetting means no longer caring about what others say or do. How you live is your own business and has nothing to do with others.

On a trip to the south, I met Miss Y, such a big bus. I don't know why I think she is very kind. Talked to her for a long time. I just found out that she just graduated from college. I didn't take the postgraduate entrance examination or find a job.

I asked her, "Aren't your parents in a hurry?"

She said, "I have discussed it with my parents. Signed a one-year agreement. How I arrange this year is my own business. I like this free lifestyle. I want to open a youth hostel like this. " She pointed to the guest house outside the window.

I can't help feeling in my heart that this girl has some idealism.

Since then, I have kept in touch with her. Being with her is very comfortable, without the impetuous spirit of society.

Y later went to Beijing. I found a lot of jobs there. According to her, she worked in Xidan as a clothing salesman, hotel receptionist, advertisement dispatcher and deliveryman. Life is hard, and she sometimes doubts whether she is still sticking to her original dream.

"Turn round and round, I don't know if this is getting farther and farther away from my dream. But I always feel that these experiences are worthwhile. I've always wanted to accumulate funds and contacts for my hotel. Otherwise, how many times I break my head is the courage of a man. " She sent me a WeChat.

On New Year's Day, she sent me a video of everyone getting together near Xidan. Amid cheers and noise, her smiling face flashed in it. The girl who lives in a damp basement every night has insomnia and quarreled with her parents many times, but she still smiles so sincerely.

Sometimes I wonder if she is too stubborn. The world is so realistic that not everyone's dreams will come true. But I know that I was actually moved by her. Because she always holds the kite string in her hand. The strong wind came, everyone let go of the thread in their hands, and the kite disappeared. But her hands were red with cold, and she caught them.

Life has not come to an end, and it is really impossible to tell who is right. But we follow other people's tracks, and sometimes it's really boring.

Why go the same way as others? From junior high school to college, we should be good children and excellent children of others, and then take the civil service exam, take the postgraduate entrance examination and take the postgraduate entrance examination. So many things in life are no longer asked if they like it or not. We seem to be used to this gap between dream and reality, and no longer care whether it suits us. Anyway, I always feel safe. There is nothing thrilling, and there is no need to die for anything.

We also looked forward to dreaming of its destination, which was a sigh on the edge of the cup after many years of excitement. We chose to miss it after all.

But I'm not reconciled. Many people don't want to. Even if I fail many times, I will not waste my life.

Y expanded that year to five years. Finally, she opened an inn of her own. Sent a short article in a circle of friends. She said, "Thank you."

I watched the excitement of her ribbon-cutting in the video, so I was afraid of firecrackers. She didn't cover her ears, but kept laughing, so I mistakenly thought it was spring.

Finally, at the end of the calligraphy class, I wrote a passage to the teacher:

"Now the world is too impetuous, people are fascinated by too many things, but in the end, what is the necessity of life and what is the inner love? You can concentrate on learning calligraphy and devote yourself to writing without being disturbed by other secular affairs, just like sailing on a vast land. Although there are few followers and confidants, you can sail far. "

Now I feel that dreams are just my own business, no matter how gorgeous or bleak. No one will understand this process.

I hope that when we come to the end, we have no regrets and live for ourselves.