There are two kinds of people in this world, so I ask you, who are these two kinds of people?
There is more than one answer to this question. Some people say it's men and women, others say it's good or bad, and others say it's normal and disabled. These answers are all correct. Are there any other answers? Yes! So today we are going to talk about two kinds of people. These two kinds of people are equally excellent in appearance, but one is a person who is as valuable as his treasure, and the other is a person with real appearance and real talent and learning. On the road to growth, how should we teenagers choose?
Next, let's ask another question. If you were an ancient king, who would you choose as your confidant? The answer coincides with mine. Almost everyone will choose the second person as their confidant, but as we said before, these two people look equally good in appearance. Just like a story says, there are two nails, one of which received the final quenching and the other didn't, but two nails that look equally excellent were abandoned and bought. So how do you distinguish these two nails? What I want to say is that real gold is not afraid of fire. Chemically, gold cannot be dissolved in fire. There is only one way to resolve it. I won't go into details here. In short, gold is absolutely different from other metals. Gold can stand the test. What about other people who are not gold? The result is self-evident.
The same solution. It is the person who can stand the test of these two kinds of people who is finally elected as the king's confidant.
As for the difference between these two people, it is not who was born better than who, but that after two nails in that story were bought home, one didn't say to the other, "Dude, you are so stupid, why did you accept the final quenching?" Don't you think we are the same? "Another said," there will always be a difference. "Yes, there is always a difference. Time is not long. These two nails are both used to make furniture. The nail that didn't receive the final quenching was bent without hitting it a few times, while the other one was upright anyway. Finally, the bent nail was mercilessly abandoned. And these two kinds of people, the second kind of people's Excellence and real talent and practical learning are obtained through the efforts of the day after tomorrow. Successful people are always those who work hard and sweat, how can they see the rainbow without wind and rain, so those who can bear hardships can laugh at the end! !
After reading the above, students, what enlightenment do these words have on your growth path?
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Years of growth
Looking back suddenly, the course of the soul is like a stream, flowing through a path surrounded by flowers and blocked by sand and stones. There are always some indelible scars in everyone's heart, and there are also some indelible touches. Maybe this is the years of growing up.
The sky is gloomy, just like my heavy heart; The light rain is very delicate, just like my tears. Standing on the endless coast, I really want to have the happiness of spring and find my own happiness.
Once upon a time, I was full of ambition. Now, I feel sad and disappointed. It can be said that I have been living with a hope, and I want to make myself like a sail full of wind forever. Swan's ambition and Dapeng's lofty sentiments of spreading their wings still haunt my frivolous mind ... but life has its elusive magic and helplessness that I can't get rid of. In the distance, thousands of lights dotted the whole silent night. The curled-up figure came from a distance. It adds a peace to my heart. I have my dreams by the Black Rock Reef and my feelings in Xingwan Bay. Sometimes, there is an invisible pressure in my heart, which makes me feel inexplicably depressed, and there is really a kind of pain that I want to cry without tears. I want to find a friend to talk to about all my troubles. I found it, but I can't talk. Maybe it's in our nature, maybe it's personality. I can't bring my suffering to innocent people, otherwise, my heart will be heavier. The kind of self-pity that "life experiences ups and downs, the wind and rain are flat", in Wen Tianxiang's grandiose ambition of "being afraid on the beach, but sighing in the ocean", still "keep a childlike heart and shine on history".
Reading my class's rebuttal diary may really be a tearful memory. Looking back, after all, I can't stay in a hurry. But that vivid and touching chapter of life warms young memories again and again. The girl who grew up running in the field once had a carefree dream and set her dream high. But when the cold wind and helpless sky inadvertently broke their thin wings, their hearts were still clear and Wan Li, and their eyes were still full of flowers. There have been countless times in the wilderness, tirelessly shouting in the wind, but when simplicity has passed, the sky has drowned all the cheers, but I don't know where my heart is going, tears have flowed. However, after the tears, I still have a bright smile and a dream without regrets. Maybe the wind and rain will tear the sail, maybe the bad waves will break the mast, but what will never break is the backbone, and what will never break is faith. Because there is an eternal touch in my heart, I miss the sea in the silent night sky.
I finally understand that no matter how high I fly, I can't cross my father's backbone; Even if we set sail, we can't leave our mother's harbor. I want to make my own way, but I still live in the ocean of love.
In the years of growing up, there are pains and joys; There are failures and successes; There are disappointments and hopes. A colorful life needs to be enriched. Pearl is the heartache of Bei's life, but my heart has a lifelong concern and yearning, and a constant dream and pursuit.
Through the growth of years, we will mature. Real growth is the maturity of thought.
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Born on this coast? There is no coast in my heart.
In the vast universe, in the long river of years, we were born in this era, impartial, unhurried, born in our own era.