Jesus took his disciple Peter on a long trip and found a broken horseshoe on the way. Jesus asked Peter to pick it up. Unexpectedly, Peter was too lazy to bend over and pretended not to hear. Without saying anything, Jesus bent down to pick up the horseshoe, exchanged three pence from the blacksmith, and bought eighteen cherries with the money.
Out of the city, the two of them walked on through the vast wilderness. Jesus guessed that Peter must be very thirsty, so he quietly left a cherry hidden in his sleeve. Peter picked it up and ate it as soon as he saw it. Jesus threw it while walking. Peter bent eighteen times in embarrassment. Jesus smiled and said to him, "You only need to bend once, so you won't bend endlessly in the back." If you don't do small things, work hard on big things. "
In fact, it is confusing not to bend or ignore bending; He who is ashamed to bend over must be a fool! It's a little tiring to bend over, but if the farmer doesn't bend over, can he harvest with a sickle?
On one occasion, Mr. Lin, a Taiwan Province poet, went to a Japanese restaurant run by a Chinese and asked for a soup he was interested in. Shortly after taking a seat, the waiter put a big pot of soup in front of him. He was stupefied and asked the waiter, "Can I drink such a big pot of soup?" The waiter replied confidently, "You didn't say you wanted a small bowl!" " "He was speechless, took a few mouthfuls of soup in a hurry, felt very uncomfortable, paid the price of a large pot of soup and left.
Later, he went to a Japanese restaurant and ordered the same soup, without saying whether it was a big pot or a small bowl. After a while, the waiter brought him a small bowl of soup and said, "If it's not enough, you can have another bowl." He only drank a small bowl, and of course he only paid a small bowl. Later, every time he went to Japan, he would go to that restaurant to eat, including drinking the soup he was interested in. Note: Chinese restaurants wanted to take the opportunity to kill people, but they lost more opportunities to make money, while Japanese restaurants did not take the opportunity to make more money, but the opportunities to make money seemed to be endless.
A scholar went to Beijing for the third time to catch the exam and stayed in a shop where he often lived. Two days before the exam, he had three dreams. The first dream is that he grows cabbage on the wall. The second dream is that it is raining. He is wearing a hat and an umbrella. The third dream is that he and his beloved cousin are lying together in clothes, but their backs are to each other. These three dreams seem to have some profound meanings, so the scholar hurried to find fortune-telling dreams the next day.
Hearing this, the fortune teller patted his thigh continuously and said, "You'd better go home. Think about it, isn't it futile to grow vegetables on high walls? Isn't it unnecessary to wear a hat and an umbrella? Isn't it impossible to lie in a bed with my cousin, but back to back? " Hearing this, the scholar was disheartened and went back to the store to pack his bags and prepare to go home. The shopkeeper was surprised and asked, "Isn't there an exam tomorrow? How did you go back to your hometown today? " When the scholar said this, the shopkeeper was happy: "Hey, I can interpret dreams, too. I think you must stay this time. Think about it, isn't it high to grow vegetables on the wall? Doesn't wearing a hat and an umbrella mean that you are prepared this time? Lying in bed with your cousin doesn't mean you should turn over? "
Hearing this, the scholar made more sense, so he took the exam happily and got a flower exploration. Positive people, like the sun, shine wherever they shine, while negative people, like the moon, are different on the fifteenth day of the first month. Ideas determine our lives. What kind of ideas, what kind of future.
It is customary to draw lots before the start of world-class tennis matches. The lottery results will come out soon. A group is called a "death group" because most of its members are powerful players.
After learning this news, a reporter rushed to the lucky draw scene at the first time and recorded the expressions of the players who were drawn into the "death group" with a camera.
Except for some famous stars, most people hide their faces and sigh. The opportunity to participate in such a world series is very rare. Who doesn't want to go further? However, looking at this strong team, many people are almost desperate.
"My life how so bad! I worked hard for so many years to get such an opportunity, but the opponent in the first round was so strong. How to play this game? " A player's mood is a little excited, almost roaring. At one time, the small players assigned to this group got together and lamented that their fate was too bad and they mistakenly entered such a group.
Just then, the reporter found a young man silently picked up the ball bag and walked away. The reporter clearly remembers that this young man named Nadal is also a member of this "death group". He wondered why he left without saying a word when others were complaining and sighing.
The reporter quietly followed Nadal and found him swinging repeatedly in a secluded corner, constantly correcting his mistakes. "You are so unlucky to be assigned to the' death group', why are you still training?" The reporter came over and said.
"I don't know what others think of fate. I only know that a person can win good luck for himself as long as he works hard! " After Nadal spoke indifferently, he never looked at the reporter again, but continued to practice. The reporter stood by and stared at the childish young man, chewing this sentence repeatedly. ...
On the day of the official competition, Nadal's performance on the court was quite average. His opponent is obviously much stronger than him, and the score is almost one-sided.
But as time went on, the audience gradually found that Nadal played very hard and he could catch many balls that everyone thought he couldn't catch. Especially after the opponent made a beautiful counterattack, everyone thought that Nadal could not run back, but no one expected that Nadal actually flew back before the ball landed.
The scene was silent. Nadal, whose face was covered with mud, blew the fine sand on his arm wound, clenched his fist and shouted, and his opponent was completely overwhelmed by Nadal's momentum.
On that day, the opponent lost, not in skill, but in spirit. The reporter sitting in the stands was dumbfounded. After he finally came to his senses, he immediately rushed back to his residence and sent the day's game back to headquarters.
That game made the fledgling Nadal famous in the first world war.
If you don't believe in your will, you'll never be a general.
During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, a father and son went to war. The father became a general and the son was just a pawn. Another horn sounded, the drums roared, and my father solemnly raised an quiver with an arrow in it. The father solemnly said to his son, "This is the treasure arrow at home. It is extremely powerful when you carry it with you, but you must never take it out. " This is an extremely delicate quiver, made of thick cowhide, inlaid with faint shiny copper edges, and look at the arrow's exposed tail. You can tell at a glance that it is made of fine peacock feathers.
The son is beaming and greedily speculates about the appearance of the shaft and arrow, as if the arrow whizzed past his ear and the enemy commander died in response. Sure enough, Bao Jian's son is heroic and invincible. When the trumpet sounded, the son could no longer resist the heroic spirit of victory and completely abandoned his father's words. A strong desire drove him to shout and pull out his treasure arrow, trying to find out. Suddenly he was shocked. A broken arrow, there is a broken arrow in the quiver.
I've been fighting with a broken arrow on my shoulder! My son broke out in a cold sweat, as if the house had lost its pillar in an instant and collapsed.
The result is self-evident, and my son died tragically in the disorderly army.
Blowing away the misty smoke, my father picked up the broken arrow and spat heavily: "If you don't believe in your will, you will never be a general."
How stupid it is to pin victory or defeat on a precious arrow, and how dangerous it is for a person to give the core and handle of life to others! For example, pin your hopes on children; Put happiness on her husband; Insure the crew with life insurance ...
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