I have heard such an old legend.
Once upon a time, there were two brothers. They all like wine very much. Vowed to use my life to brew the sweetest wine in the world.
One day, they met an old man with white hair. The old man stroked his waist-high beard and smiled and said to them, "I have been ordered by the Queen Mother to teach you how to make Yao wine and Thai wine. You need to take the first drop of spring rain, the first lotus flower in summer, the first ear of wheat in autumn, the first snowflake in winter, and the first snow water flowing in Yulong Snow Mountain every season. Put it in a bronze tripod, and at dawn the next day, after three crows, it is Yaotai wine. " Say that finish, left with a smile.
The two brothers went through thousands of waters in Qian Shan, tasted the hardships of life, and finally collected all the necessary materials. They poured the materials into a bronze tripod. After a day and a night, the sky was as white as a fish's belly, and the air was filled with mellow wine. There was the first cock crow in the distance, and the two could not restrain their inner excitement and waited anxiously. Soon, the second crow came slowly, and my brother couldn't wait. He smelled the rich and mellow wine. His hand stretched forward and then shrank back. After several hesitations, he reached out and lifted the lid. He was stunned by what he saw! It's not Yaotai wine, but loess-like mud, which smells disgusting from time to time. He shook his head helplessly and threw out the pile of waste. My brother endured, pacing back and forth, trying to control himself. The third rooster crowed for so long, and his hand grabbed the lid. Suddenly, his hand was raised-a strong aroma came to the nose, which was too fragrant. The aroma mixed with the taste of nature spread far and far, and he drank the Yaotai wine he had dreamed of for a long time.
Ten years later, the result is very different. Because the two people opened the lid at different times, one's efforts were in vain, and the other finally achieved something. Perhaps, when you can't wait to open the lid, you are doomed to be unsuccessful.
A math exam, with the last ten minutes left, all the students handed in their papers and ran out. You are sitting alone in the classroom, facing your teacher. You are in a hurry. You completed the calculation of the remaining dozens of crossings at a charging speed and handed in the paper in a hurry. But a verbal calculation problem is wrong, so you can only come second.
The cover, design, typesetting and content of a soon-to-be-successful poetry collection can be described as painstaking. But when binding, I decided to use a stapler without careful consideration. "Click" just clicked the first staple, only to find that it greatly affected the beauty of the cover. You carefully remove the staple and sew instead, but there are two holes in the cover that can't be washed out.
You were so absorbed in painting that you accidentally knocked off your eraser. When you turned to pick it up, the pencil left a deep impression on the paper. You were in a hurry, so you wiped it, but it was too harmful. Many important lines were erased. You make up in a hurry, but you can't draw the original effect. If you are angry, you will not draw. A painting that is about to succeed has thus become a piece of waste paper.
Success, we often meet him, and how many people may become friends with him?
When success beckons to you in the distance, don't panic, don't worry, make full preparations before taking the next step.