There is a poem that says, "Learn to be tolerant/Learn to love/Don't listen to the frog's ridicule/Tadpoles/that long black tail …/Allow tadpoles to exist/Only in this way can frogs croak on a summer night. "
Tolerance is a kind of love.
In a fiercely competitive society, in a mercenary commercial times, tolerance and loyalty, like each other, have become useless aliases, giving way to the needlepoint's haggle over every ounce of wheat and mango. However, I still want to say: tolerance is a kind of love.
18th century French scientists Proust and Bessel are rivals. They argued for the law of "fixed ratio" for nine years, each holding its own word, and no one would let anyone. The final result ended in Proust's victory, and Proust became the inventor of the scientific law of "fixed ratio". But he was not carried away by it and took it for himself. He sincerely said to his opponent Bei Souris, who had strongly opposed him, "If you hadn't asked me again and again, it would be difficult for me to study the law of constant ratio in depth." At the same time, he specially announced to the public that Bei Souris was responsible for half of the discovery of Constant Ratio Law.
This is tolerance. Allow others to object, regardless of their attitude, but fully look at their strengths and absorb their nutrition. This tolerance is a warm and transparent lake, where everything is reflected, and the sky is gloomy and above the water. This tolerance is touching.
Our life is becoming more and more complicated. The sky above us is not the brilliant golden yellow painted by Van Gogh, and the land under our feet is not as flat as Tiananmen Square. Worry, sadness, and even things that can make us angry and unbearable may come one after another every day-just frowning, but thinking, but since the water is still flowing, although we use swords to cut it. When I say tolerance, I don't mean making you give in unprincipled. The premise of tolerance is that for those who can tolerate things, the core of tolerance is love. Tolerance is not to deal with it, but to tolerate it from the heart, to dissolve it, and to moisten this increasingly sophisticated, materialized and snobbish rough world. Instead of being nervous about everything, bargaining about everything, life and death, and intrigue about everything. Even if it is difficult for us to become Proust's deep lake for a while, we can at least make the warm summer night full of noisy frogs like frogs forgive tadpoles. Won't the world in front of us be better, and our hearts will be more relieved?
Tolerance is a kind of love. I believe that those who haggle over every ounce, those who calculate, those who are narrow-minded, and those who are heartless ... may take advantage of a lot at one time, or try to succeed, or have a prosperous career, or take the lead in the spring breeze ... but don't lose confidence in the power of tolerance. Love that is tolerant will be rewarded one day, perhaps from your friends, perhaps from your opponents, perhaps from your boss, perhaps more from the test of time.
Tolerance is our own healthy electrocardiogram and a passport to the beauty of the world!