Yilin story _ the most classic Yilin story

Is Yilin here? A story that changed your life? For the purpose, pass? Short stories, great wisdom, little humor, great truth, small perspective and great artistic conception move us. The following is the story of Yilin I compiled for you to see!

Yilin story: the taste of cherry

Iranian director Abbas once told a story in his film, which had a deep influence on me, so I am happy to tell it again.

A depressed man climbed a cherry tree and prepared to jump off it to end his life. Just when he decided to jump off the building, school was over. The students came in in droves and saw him standing on the tree.

A pupil asked him, What are you doing in the tree? When someone is unlucky, it is not smooth to want to commit suicide! Alas. Looking at the child, he thought, you can't tell the child that he is going to commit suicide. So he had to say:? I am looking at the scenery. ?

? Have you seen many cherry pupils around you?

He looked down and didn't notice that the trees were really covered with red cherries of all sizes.

? Can you help us pick cherries? You just have to shake it hard and the cherry will fall. Please, we can't climb that high. ?

What day is today?

Frustrated people can't beat the pupils, so they have to promise to help. He started jumping up and down on the tree, and soon, the cherry fell from the tree. The pupils are all scrambling to pick up cherries with excitement.

Because it was school time, more and more pupils gathered on the ground, and he was also asked to jump around and shake. Then the children laughed and shouted.

After some frolicking, the cherries almost fell off and the pupils gradually dispersed. Depressed people sit on a tree and look at the happy back of primary school students. I don't know why, but suddenly I don't have the idea of suicide.

He looked around, picked some cherries that had not fallen to the ground, climbed down the cherry tree helplessly, and walked home slowly with the cherries.

When he got home, his home was still that shabby home, and his wife and children were still the same.

His wife asked him where he had gone, and he took out those cherries. The wife smiled and said nothing. All the children shouted and jumped. I'm glad my father brought cherry back.

After dinner, the wife took out the cherry. Everyone is eating cherries happily.

Looking at everyone, he suddenly had a new experience and was moved. He thought, maybe this kind of life can go on. That's the story. I don't know what magic it has, but this story helped me through the low tide and difficulties at that time. Later, I often told this story to others and saw its magical power. Whenever it really works, I feel as if I have tasted cherry.

I often wonder, what is the attraction of this magical story?

Then I figured out several reasons. First of all, this is not just a story. When you have heard this story, just like me, you can easily find a cherry tree in your heart. It was always there, but you didn't notice it. Secondly, when you shake the cherry tree enthusiastically and forcefully like the people in the movie, you will easily bring happiness to others and yourself. Finally, the most amazing thing is that the more you share with others, the more cherries bear, and the more delicious they are.

Yilin story: the stream around me

Eight years ago, I walked in the mountains of Yili for a tiring day and got lost. I found the channel of Ashe River along the stream flowing down the mountain, and the road is by the river. If I continue to go south, I can reach a Kazakh village, where there is a pump house I want to visit. I didn't reach my destination until dark, and my unknown master was already waiting by the river.

Because it is summer, there will be poisonous snakes in the grass. When I set out in the morning, my Kazak friends asked me to put on a pair of rain boots, which could not penetrate the snake teeth. It soon became cold on the mountain after the sun went down. Suddenly feel fear on the empty and undulating mountain grassland. I didn't know if I would meet a wolf, so I picked up a birch branch in the woodland along the way to defend myself. Dozens of people, in order to give themselves courage, waved birch sticks from time to time, as if they had returned to imagining themselves as a brave soldier.

As the dusk grew thicker and the cold became heavier, I met a jeep, and the driver told me that I was going the wrong way. Because of the different directions, the driver suggested that I get in his car and stay in the mining area two hours away. There is a guest house there, and he can take me to my destination the next day. Another plan is to send me back to the wrong fork in the road, go down the mountain, find the stream, and then find the way along the stream, so it won't be too far from my destination.

After a long time, I recalled that walk, and I still won't forget the joy when I found the stream descending the mountain in anxiety and fatigue. Actually, I heard it before I saw it. At that time, I thought? Underwater sound? what's up Hey? How accurate, and this simple perception of words dispelled the sense of fatigue, calmed my mood and supported me to walk down the mountain.

In the chill before dark, in the vast grass, the stream still shines with some ghosting, and soon, the mountains are covered with dark clouds, indicating that there will be no starlight and the moon this night. It may rain at night in this rainy season with changeable weather. The excitement of finding the stream also includes seeing the pipeline extending down the mountain by the stream. The pipeline looks very new. This seems to tell me that I think too much, and this is where people often work: I wash my face with a stream, thinking? There is nothing to be afraid of. There is also shouting to run down the hill along the grass. All kinds of distractions in my mind make me think strangely of Lu rolling down the hill with his head in his arms.

Writing here, the sound of the stream echoed in my ears.

Yilin story: the power of elasticity

Text/Zhao

Weak grass will drill out from the cracks in hard cement; Hard teeth and soft tongue in the mouth, but the teeth fall off first; Car wheels didn't have rubber tires at first. At first, they were made of wood, but after a while, they broke down. So people put on harder steel plates, but they still broke; It was still not possible to change the alloy again, and the problem was not solved until it was later changed to rubber. Hard steel plate can't solve the problem, but soft rubber can. This is the power of softness.

There are many forms of firmness, and flexibility is also a manifestation of firmness. In the face of blows, unyielding is a kind of strength, and being soft in the middle is just a kind of wisdom. Isn't life the same? A mighty and unyielding person is certainly respectable, but it is even more rare to be able to resolve contradictions, overcome difficulties and defeat opponents with flexible wisdom.

Yilin story: when I get old

I resolutely decided to give up all my work and go home to accompany my mother for a month.

Two days ago, my mother was busy planning to go around and had no time to sit down. Later, when I had time to sit down, my mother began to tell me the great truths of life, but she repeated them decades ago. So I patiently told her that those reasons were out of date. Then, my mother will sit there in a daze.

Things are getting worse. I found that my mother didn't pay attention to hygiene, especially her eyes, because of her poor health. When food falls on the stove, she will pick it up with a bowl. I want to eat outside, and my mother immediately told me that eating outside is not clean and there are many fake things. I told my mother that I would hire a nanny for her. She was so angry that she limped around the room and said that she could still be a nanny herself. I have nothing to say.

Before leaving, my mother laboriously dug out a small cardboard box from under the bed, opened it and took out a thick stack of newspaper clippings for me to take away. I was in a dilemma when a piece of paper fell out of a bundle of newspaper clippings. I picked up a small newspaper clipping and found it was a small article entitled "When I am old":

When I get old, I won't be who I used to be. Please understand me and be patient with me.

When I spill vegetable soup on my clothes, when I forget how to tie my shoelaces, please think about how I taught you by hand.

Please listen to me patiently and don't interrupt me when I repeat what you are tired of listening to over and over again. When you were young, I had to repeat the story I told a thousand times until you fell asleep.

When I suddenly forget the topic of conversation, please give me some time to think back. In fact, it doesn't matter what I say, as long as you can listen to me, I am very satisfied.

Please don't be sad when you look at me. Understand me and support me, just as I treated you when you first learned to live. At the beginning, I guided you to the road of life. Now, please accompany me to finish the last leg, give me your love and patience, and I will repay you with a grateful smile, which embodies my infinite love for you.

I couldn't help crying when I finished reading it in one breath.

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