Positive energy inspiring classic story

I believe many people will look for short stories to read from time to time. So what are the classic short stories about positive energy inspiration? The following is what I compiled for your reference!

: If you are good enough, God will favor you

At dawn, I was dingdongdongdong on WeChat on my mobile phone Wake up. The WeChat messages were sent so frequently that I could tell who it was even with my eyes closed.

Sure enough, it’s my cousin Luo Qi.

Luo Qi has arrived in Germany. In the photo he sent, there is light snow falling on Leipzig, but it cannot hide its beauty and Luo Qi's joy.

Congratulations, Luo Qi. I said.

She sent another tearful emoticon and a laughing emoticon.

Luo Qi graduated from piano major. She often said that her struggle history is a history of blood and tears.

Luo Qi has shown unique musical talent since he was a child. He has a unique perception of music and an extraordinary sensitivity. She was lucky to have had a good mentor from the beginning. When she was five years old, her parents bought her the first piano, and then they were willing to spend everything they had, just so that their daughter could finally succeed in her studies.

In the cold winter, Luo Qi got up before dawn, rubbed his cold hands fiercely to make his fingers flexible, and began to practice the piano. On an unbearably hot summer day, while other students were fighting online to defend their idol's image, Luo Qi was practicing so hard that he was sweating and even suffering from heatstroke. Those black and white keys and a thick stack of piano scores carry Luo Qi's beautiful dreams and aspirations. Even on New Year's Eve, people all over the country were celebrating with their families, watching the fireworks in the sky to celebrate the New Year. Luo Qi and her parents were still on the train rushing to take exams, or she locked herself in the piano room, nervously preparing for the upcoming battle. The big exam is coming.

What she lost was not just the warmth of the New Year’s Eve dinner, but also much, much more.

Every year I can see in the news that students taking the art exam are jostling each other. Every time I see this kind of scene, my eyes get red. Because I know too well the bitterness behind this spectacular scene. Every candidate is as distressed as my cousin.

Fortunately, Luo Qi was admitted to the ideal art school with excellent results in professional courses and cultural courses. She was one step closer to her dream, but it was still not easy.

Other students feel like they are in heaven when they enter college, and missing classes is the norm. However, Luo Qi is well aware of the hardships faced by her parents. During her four years in college, she completed all the elective courses in the music department and audited many related professional courses. She integrated knowledge in composition, harmony and other related fields and did enough for herself. The knowledge reserve has improved the professional level. Since her junior year, she has no longer received money from her parents, but has relied on herself as a tutor to support her studies.

Art schools have never been short of goddesses, but Luo Qi was the number one mysterious goddess back then. Other students often go drinking and singing, but this kind of thing never happens to Luo Qi. On the contrary, there is always the sound of the piano in her piano room. One day off, she played a piece of music too many times without taking a break at noon. When it was almost sunset the next day, the teacher knocked on her piano room and said, Luo Qi, you have already passed this piece of music. Stop playing it and go to dinner quickly. The teacher really couldn't listen anymore - Luo Qi played this piece for two whole days.

Because Luo Qi’s piano room is upstairs, and her teacher’s piano room is downstairs. The teacher said that Luo Qi was the most outstanding student she had ever taught in more than 20 years of teaching.

But these most outstanding words were obtained by Luo Qi not only with his super comprehension, but also with the hardship of breaking his fingers.

As a result, Luo Qi won the honor of being detained in school. There was only one spot back then.

After working, she still teaches and studies at the same time. She also signed up for a German class to learn German, hoping to have the opportunity to go to Germany in the future and experience the sacredness and majesty of music in Beethoven's hometown.

Opportunities always come to those who are prepared, or God favors this girl who has always worked hard.

At the beginning of this year, their college and the Leipzig Conservatory of Music in Germany jointly established the Sino-German Art Exchange Center. Because of her strong professional ability and her ability to speak standard German, she was honored to become the exchange center and was sent to the Leipzig Conservatory of Music in Germany. the first person.

In the photo, Luo Qi's face is filled with the light of happiness, which is the joy and satisfaction after all the hardships. I have listened to Luo Qi's three concerts before, and each one was shocking. I believe that we will hear her next higher-level concert soon.

Luo Qi often makes me feel the vitality of life. She has dreams and is brave enough to chase them.

We live in the best of times and the worst of times.

The best, because there are endless opportunities.

The worst thing is that there are too many people everywhere.

But——

You have to be good enough, and God will favor you.

: It must be those difficult moments that make us what we are.

A friend asked me when was the last time I cried. I thought about it, it was last weekend.

The deadline was approaching, and since I was traveling for a week, I had to save the manuscript to be revised in a USB flash drive and take it with me on the road. That week, my work efficiency improved by leaps and bounds. I not only revised the old manuscript, but also wrote a new article of more than 10,000 words. I came home from a business trip over the weekend, and before I could copy the contents of the USB flash drive to my computer, I suddenly discovered after returning from shopping that the USB flash drive and coin purse were missing!

I returned along the way. , when he was sure that he would never get it back, he sat on a chair by the roadside and cried bitterly, regardless of his own image. But after crying, I went home, took a hot shower, and then re-wrote the more than 10,000 words based on my vague memory.

I asked this friend about the last time she cried, and she talked about a past event several years ago.

At that time, she had just started working and was promoted due to her outstanding performance. Unexpectedly, her colleagues who had previously been considered good friends were aggrieved. One time during a meeting, she sat next to her colleague as usual. Before she could sit firmly, she saw her colleague slamming the folder on the table and then moving to another position. Other colleagues around her looked over in surprise. The smile was still on her face.

She wasn't angry, she just felt sad. When she first joined the company, the person who taught her how to use the company's software was the same person in this conference room who publicly embarrassed her and secretly ridiculed her.

A few years later, my friend changed jobs to a larger company. Occasionally, I would pass by my old employer and still see that colleague. She is still doing her original job, busy and smiling appropriately, as if she was no different from how she was a few years ago.

My friend took a deep breath and dialed it out again. The past has drifted away, but people always have to move forward.

On the eve of college graduation, H, I, and another girl in the class were chatting in the dormitory. I had never worked before, and I kept listening to that girl talk about all the hardships she went through when she first started working, which made me feel worthless for her. After she left, I said to H: "You see she works so hard."

H smiled faintly: "Who hasn't had a hard time?" During the summer of her junior year, she worked at a family home. I was an intern at a clothing company. When I first joined the company, it was the height of summer in Guangdong. I had to sort out inventory in the warehouse for three whole weeks. It was extremely hot. After graduation, she went to a real estate company in Beijing. When I sent her a text message asking her, "How is work and are you getting used to life?" she said everything was fine. But I often didn’t receive her text messages until early in the morning, and I also saw the photos she took of the dark basement.

Those experiences of being displaced in a strange city, in the dark night, can always change us quietly. You find that your heart begins to become hard and cruel, while the soft parts become less and less. Or maybe it's because there are fewer and fewer of them, so I want to do my best to defend that little bit of warmth and reluctance. As for those meaningless personnel matters, I no longer want to wait in vain, and I no longer want to burn all my blood in exchange for the scraps of a cold meal.

We can always learn to repair the toilet alone, climb tremblingly on the shelf to change the light bulb, endure dizziness and nausea after socializing, and make ourselves a cup of yogurt to relieve hangover.

But I am still grateful for those difficult moments in my youth, those wanderings in a foreign land, and those days when I told myself "come on" in the dark night while moving forward. They must have made us who we are today, allowing us to have a hard enough body to defend those indelible softness and beauty, and a warm enough original intention to embrace the compassion and understanding that will eventually come.

: The luck you think is the light that others have worked hard for a long time to shine.

Little A is a graduate I met when I was doing a brand campus promotion in a university town a few years ago. . Last week, after she frequently saw my articles on some online platforms and public accounts, she chatted with me and said, "Is that you? I guessed it was you as soon as I saw the name and background. You Don't you work in an advertising company? Why did you suddenly become a columnist?" I said, this is just a personal interest and I just write in my spare time.

Little A asked curiously: "How can I become a columnist? I also want to have a platform where I can occasionally write essays and leave some traces." I said: "I am just getting started, too. There is no special trick, just write more, slowly find your own style and characteristics, try to publish it on some open platforms or submit privately, and wait for people who like your words to appear or be discovered by editors. ”

Little A said that she was actually just curious. Some people can be discovered. Are they lucky, or do they have access to this area and take the initiative to find resources? She felt that she was relatively insular in this area, and then she Asked me: "Do you know many editors of magazines and public accounts?"

I said: "Whether you take the initiative to go out on your own, or whether others take the initiative to find you, this is not the point. No matter where you are No matter what position or field you are good at, others will naturally come to you. If you are not good enough, it will be useless if you have connections. It is the same in everything you do.

After this chat, I thought carefully about how the questions a person asks reflect the person’s mental state and logical way of thinking about the problem.

Why did Little A ask "how to become a columnist" instead of more specific and actionable questions such as "when did you start writing articles" and "how long have you been writing" . I boldly speculated that maybe what she saw in her eyes was the "result" and she only cared about the "result". As for the "process" in the middle, she didn't care that much.

Many times, when we find that others have achieved certain successes, or sit in a certain position, and are seen by the public or known, our first reaction is that they are lucky. You think others are just lucky, but the truth may be that the energy they have accumulated for a long time has finally begun to explode, and it has finally begun to be seen by others.

As far as I am concerned, I have been writing articles sporadically for seven years from my freshman year to now. It took me seven years of writing before I started to have something that aroused everyone's excitement and started to be recognized and seen by everyone. How can everything be so simple? A long time ago, I said that if I have any "great dream", it is that I hope that one day my words can heal people's hearts. I worked hard for seven years before I started to be able to warm everyone.

I have a college classmate, a very talented girl, who started writing screenplays during college and now writes novels full-time at home. Her daily life consists of eating, watching cartoons, reading books, writing novels, taking an occasional rest, and the cycle starts over and over again. Later I learned that she had been writing intermittently since middle school and now has four novels and countless short stories. She had been writing for so long, and it was only this year that she felt it was time for her to produce results, and she began to work on some publishing matters.

Perhaps, by this time next year, her novels will be selling like hotcakes in major bookstores and e-commerce channels. People who don’t know her or her former classmates will think she is very lucky and think she may have this talent. Resources and connections, how else could an English major suddenly publish a Chinese novel and become popular all of a sudden? But you really don’t know how long they worked hard and how long they wrote before they dared to publish their works.

Many times, what we think of as luck is actually the light that others have worked hard for a long time to shine. Acknowledging this is the beginning of our progress. Instead of attributing success to illusory things like "luck", it is better to base it on things we can control, such as diligence and hard work.