Chapter one: a smile that penetrates the soul
After the eruption of a volcano in Africa, the ensuing debris flow plunged down and quickly flowed to a small village not far from the foot of the mountain. Farmhouses, fertile fields and trees have not escaped the disaster of being washed away.
A 14-year-old girl was awakened in her sleep by the rolling debris flow. The mudslide that poured into the house has reached her neck. The little girl only showed her arms, neck and head. The rescuers who arrived in time were at a loss beside her. Because for her black and blue face, every pull is undoubtedly a greater physical injury. At this moment, the house has collapsed and her parents have been killed by mudslides. She is one of the few survivors in the village.
When the reporter pointed the camera at her, she didn't say a word of pain. Instead, she gritted her teeth and smiled, waved her thanks to the rescuers and made a V-shaped victory with both hands. She firmly believes that the rescue troops sent by * * * will save her. However, rescuers tried their best to save her from the indestructible mudslide. The little girl kept smiling and waving, and was submerged by mudslides bit by bit.
At the last moment of her life, her face was full of smiles, and her arms kept a V-shape. At that moment, it seemed as if a century had passed, and the people present witnessed this solemn and tragic scene with tears. The world is quiet, only the soul dances alone.
Death can take away a person's life, but it can never be taken away-the faith and spirit contained in ——do or die's V! The smile that penetrates the soul is often on the edge of life, which contains the power to shake the world and let all the sufferings of life drift away like smoke.
Chapter 2: Wandering singers are on the road.
He was wearing an old T-shirt and a slightly worn jacket. There was a thick leather pad on the shoulder of the jacket, on which was a portable stereo connected with a combination instrument, and he ran freely to the crowd. He is a wandering singer.
That night, he listened to a concert at the gate of the gymnasium, where he was the only security guard. Sometimes he will gently hum the musical instrument in his hand, attracting strange eyes from others. He is 23 years old and graduated from the Conservatory of Music. He loved music since he was a child and longed to be a real singer, but his family always opposed it. Until he was admitted to the Conservatory of Music. But now he still has no job and can only make a living by singing. Speaking of singing, he was a little embarrassed. He thought about it and said to me, "Nothing, aren't those singers singing?" It's just that they are more famous. "He responded, and I nodded with relief. Out of curiosity about the life of a wandering singer, I decided to sing with him the next day.
7 pm is the beginning of his day's work. He will take his own music score and go to various restaurants to invite guests to order songs. There are many songs on the score, present and past. His favorite is Tom Zhang's My Future Is Not a Dream. It gets dark quickly and it's cold. Few people eat out, so he has to try his luck in more places because some restaurants don't let him in.
At 7: 30, he came to a barbecue stall and was asked by someone with a music score if he wanted to order a song. The answer was mostlyno. Over the past year or so, he has accumulated some experience. For example, if he meets a couple, the success rate of men will be higher. If there is a large table for people to eat, it is more likely to order songs. But these situations are a minority after all. Sometimes he will sing a few songs for free in front of everyone and then ask if he wants to order songs one by one, but there are still very few people who order songs, and it is common to be looked down upon. Some waiters already know him, and he will sing some songs to them when there is no business.
An hour passed and he still didn't make a penny. After standing down a few times, he was a little tired. He leaned against the street lamp and lit a cigarette. Long hair looks so vicissitudes under the aura. A year has passed, and his temper has been worn away by cynicism, supercilious look and even scolding of others. For a time, he was very confused. Spend a day in your basement rental house, or go to see the old people playing cards and chess. He thought about giving up, but he paid so much for music that he didn't want to give up. He repeatedly said: "People should have a head start and a hope in this life." And music is of course his hope. He believes that he can succeed. He doesn't feel much worse than those singers. A middle-aged woman came in a hurry and lost 1 yuan on the ground. He picked it up and returned it to her, saying, "I am a singer, not a beggar." She gave him a contemptuous look, ordered a song casually, and turned away before he sang a few words. It was 9 o'clock, 10, and this was the first money he received. He looked at me awkwardly. I got the money, but it was so sad.
He adjusted his clothes and walked on. Met a foreign couple. He introduced himself in simple English. They ordered a few songs and were interested. Sometimes they hum along, sometimes they smile and nod. A * * * sang five songs and earned 10 yuan, as well as a tip of l yuan. He accepted the money happily. Look at it again and put it in your pocket carefully.
In the afternoon 1 1, we started to walk back. It's a little cold and there are few people on the road. He's not cold. He has warmed up after walking for so long. Walking to the door of a hotel, he was pulled by two drunkards and insisted that he sing to them. He sang a few songs, and they were very happy, but refused to pay, and several people got entangled. Under the persuasion of the hotel security guard, he was reluctantly driven away.
"It's always good for someone to listen to their own singing. Perhaps an agent? " He said optimistically. The power behind helplessness and ridicule is revealed between the lines.
Near midnight, I broke up with him at the station and his day's work was over. On this day, he only earned poor 12 yuan. Watching him walk through the empty road, the street lamp reflected his tired back, and his favorite song "My future is not a dream" suddenly sounded in his ear: Are you like me, bowing your head in the sun, sweating silently and working hard; Are you like me, even if you are indifferent, you will not give up the life you want? ...
Chapter 3: Put cleverness behind your wallet.
John and Tom are children of two neighboring families. They have been playing together since childhood. John is a clever boy. He knows everything. He knows his own advantages and is naturally proud. Tom's brain is not as clever as John's. Although he works hard, it is difficult for him to get into the top ten. Compared with John, he often shows inferiority complex from the heart.
However, his mother always encourages him: "If you always measure yourself by the achievements of others, you will only be a chaser all your life." . Although Mercedes-Benz steeds always rush ahead screaming at first, they often arrive at their destinations with patience and perseverance. "
Clever John prides himself on being a clever man, but his performance in life is mediocre and he has not achieved anything great. Stupid Tom enriched himself from all aspects, surpassed himself bit by bit, and finally achieved extraordinary results. John was so angry that he died of depression. After his soul flew to heaven, he asked God, "I am far smarter than Tom, and I should be greater than him, but why did you make him an outstanding person in the world?"
God smiled and said, "poor John, you didn't understand until you died: I sent everyone into this world and put the same thing in his life's wallet, but I put your intelligence before the wallet." You are too complacent, because you have seen or been exposed to your own wisdom, and you have missed your life. " On the other hand, Tom's cleverness is behind the wallet. Because he can't see his cleverness, he has been looking up at the front, so he has been unconsciously moving forward all his life! "