What should I do in do or die?

When I was in the third grade of middle school, I watched the French film Tracking Leo, which was played by Jean Paul Belmondo. The plot has long been blurred, with only one picture, which I have never forgotten for 40 years.

In the film, belmondo was chased to the top of a tall building by gangsters. Seeing that there was no way out, he had to die. In his quick wits, he knocked down a petrol tank on the edge of the building and let out a scream at the same time, then hid behind a pillar.

At this time, the gangster rushed to the top of the building, heard screams and heard a loud noise from below. A few people ran to the edge and saw that there was only a hole and floating dust left in dozens of high-rise buildings. Thinking that belmondo would not live, they laughed a few times and left in a hurry.

This episode also reminds me of what happened to a female student when she was teaching in new york. That day, she came home from my Chinese painting class and just got into the elevator. Suddenly, a young man followed her and took out a knife.

"Take off your skirt." The mob pointed a knife at her and said.

"Don't look for me." A female student in her thirties said warily, "I am very old, older than your mother."

Don't be wordy. The mob shouted, "I just like the old ones."

At this moment, when we reached the floor where the female students were going, the elevator door opened and the mob reacted quickly. They immediately pressed "Close" and the door closed immediately. But just as the door opened, the female student threw her handbag out from between the doors. The thug paused and hurriedly pressed the first floor. As soon as the door opened, he ran away.

"Because he knew someone would see my wallet and thought something was wrong in the elevator." The female student said, and then smiled, "And even if I was raped, I always kept my wallet, which contained the paintings drawn by your teacher, which was very valuable."

At the beginning of this year, there were several days of snowstorms in Europe. At a ski resort in Switzerland, a group of people were sliding down from a height when an avalanche suddenly happened. Rolling snow falls from a height like waves, and no one can escape. A dozen people were all buried alive by thick snow, only one woman survived. Because when she found there was nowhere to escape, she lifted her ski pole with all her strength. After the avalanche, when people came to the rescue, there was no figure in the snow, only a small ski pole was exposed.

Digging down the ski pole, I saw her. She was rescued from six feet of snow and lived unscathed. Seeing this news, I think it is no wonder that American parents and teachers often tell their children that if they fall down when skating on the lake, they must remember to throw their hats, gloves or scarves on the ice at the moment they fall into the water.

It is said that many people were saved. Because it is difficult for a person to find the cracks on the ice immediately after falling into the water under the ice, it is easier to find the cracks on the ice if a colorful hat or scarf is thrown on the thin ice. More importantly, others can quickly find people who suddenly disappear.

Recently, I saw another "Chasing the Waves for Survival" in the "American Geography" program of Taiwan TV.

1997 65438+1On October 4th, in the South Pacific where there is no God, Tony Brimod, who took part in the round-the-world yacht race by himself, was in distress. 12 gale rolled up huge waves and overturned his sailboat.

Tony's finger was cut off by the hatch, and blood flowed out, exposing his bones. But at that critical moment, Tony did something important-he tied the distress transmitter to the hull with a rope and threw it out of the window.

The sailboat turned upside down in the raging waves, and Tony leaned against the little air and seawater desalination device left in the cabin, enduring the cold and waiting for rescue.

The Australian navy did receive his distress signal, but it would take several days for the ship to arrive at land 1300 miles, but the rescue machine at sea could not fly that far. It is speculated that Tony will not live, but the largest maritime rescue operation in the history of the Royal Australian Air Force has begun.

Five days later, they finally found the bottom-up challenger and Tony alive through the signal of the distress transmitter.

After watching TV, I meditated for a long time. These people who called for help have one thing in common, that is, throwing (extending) an important thing at that critical moment. This is a signal, a message, which tells everyone: "I am here."

What an important decision. When you find it useless to shout, or you can't stand it, leave a signal to others and a little hope for yourself while there is still a chance.

This matter deserves our constant thinking and keeping in mind.

Who can say which day won't save your life? The heart of a yellow rose

lin qingxuan

For this desperate love, I have been depressed for a long time, tired and walking dead. I came back from an interview with a mine accident last night and couldn't sleep in bed because I regretted the fragility and helplessness of my life. In the morning, when the first ray of sunshine shines, I decided to make one last effort for dying love. I think the first thing I should do is to buy a bunch of roses from the flower shop I often go to. I want a bunch of goose yellow roses, because my girlfriend likes yellow roses best.

Shave well, barely pat yourself on the chest and say, "Cheer up." Thinking of those silent, sad but strong faces before yesterday's mine disaster, I went out.

Walking in the flower shop in the market, I thought that my girlfriend who had been together for five years left for an ugly, boring and talented person, and I bought roses for such a woman, which made me sad, angry and sad.

When I came to the flower shop, buckets of beautiful and vibrant flowers opened against the sunrise.

After searching for a long time, I found the bucket for yellow roses. There are only nine people left, and everyone is depressed. "When people are unlucky, the flowers they want to buy are dejected and despondent, which is really frustrating." I cursed in my mind.

"Boss," I asked gruffly, "are there any more yellow roses?"

The old man came out of the room and said kindly, "No, only the flowers you saw are left."

"Every flower's head hangs down. How can I buy it? "

"Oh, it's easy. Go to the market and come back in half an hour. I will send you a bunch of fresh and energetic yellow roses. " The boss smiled apologetically and said confidently.

"all right." Although I didn't believe it in my heart, I thought that maybe he was transferred from another flower shop and went to the market. When I was depressed, I saw the market full of bodies. Those rotting animal carcasses made me feel the misery of the world more deeply, and the sound of vendors' knives made my heart more agitated.

I managed to stay in the market for half an hour. When I got back to the flower shop, the boss had wrapped a bunch of yellow roses with purple ribbons and put them on the glass cabinet.

I couldn't believe my eyes and said, "Are these yellow roses?" -their dejected appearance is still reflected in front of my eyes.

"Yes, just those yellow roses." The boss said with a smile.

"How did you do that? You just thanked me. " I heard myself making a sound of surprise.

The florist said, "It's very simple. These roses didn't wither just now, but they are short of water. I soaked them in water for only 20 minutes, and they all stood up again. "

"Water shortage? Didn't you put it in the bucket? How can there be a shortage of water? "

"Little boy, the whole rose needs water. What is soaked in the bucket is its rhizome, just like eating. But people can't just eat. People need brains, thoughts and wisdom to live with their heads held high. Rose flowers also need water, but after cutting, few people notice that its head also needs water. The whole plant is soaked in water and will soon regain its spirit. "

I was very moved and stood there: Ah, it turns out that people need more wisdom if they want to live with their heads held high, and they should soak their dry minds in cool water of wisdom.

When I left, the boss patted me on the shoulder and said, "cheer up, young man!" " "This sentence almost made me walk home in tears. It turned out that he knew I was a yellow rose that was about to wither.

When I got home, I put a jar of water, soaked myself in the water and felt the heart of a yellow rose. After getting up, I searched all over Shu Tai and decided not to give this bouquet of roses to my girlfriend who had left.

That bunch of yellow roses will be soaked in water every day, and after a week, the petals will wither, but they will wither with their heads held high.

This is a real thing I wrote in my notes decades ago. Since then, I have learned some secrets of the flowers I bought. When I found this note recently, I felt as deeply as at that time, and realized more truly that people can understand all kinds of laws with delicate hearts, and there is inspiring wisdom everywhere.

In a flower, you can see the grandeur, beauty and unyielding will of the universe.

A florist told me that almost all white flowers are fragrant, and the brighter the color, the less fragrant the flowers are. He concluded that everyone is the same. The simpler and simpler people are, the more fragrant they are.

A flower seller told me that cordate telosma actually smells good during the day, but it is rarely smelled. His conclusion is: because people's hearts are too floating during the day, they can't smell the aroma of cordate telosma; If a person's heart is quiet during the day, he will find that cordate telosma, osmanthus fragrans and Qilixiang are fragrant even at hot noon.

A florist told me that when I buy lotus flowers in the morning, I must pick those that are in full bloom. The conclusion is that morning is the best time for lotus to bloom. If a lotus doesn't bloom in the morning, it may not bloom at noon or at night. We look at others in the same way. A person has no ambition when he is young, and it is difficult to have ambition in middle age or old age.

A florist told me that the more expensive flowers are, the easier it is to wither. That is to explain to those who buy flowers: cherish youth, because youth is the most precious flower and it is easy to fade.

A florist told me. ...

Let's experience all the manifestations of this sentient world. When we have a big heart, even a yellow rose, we will know that in all the recent and ordinary things, there is the deepest and most magical wisdom!

See your own advantages every day.

Ichigo

That year, Cai Qin, whose acting career was at a low ebb, suffered a greater blow, and his five-year marriage with Yang Dechang, a famous director in Taiwan Province, came to an end. Those days were so painful and empty that Cai Qin didn't know where to go.

One day, four friends came to see her together, and naturally there were words of comfort and encouragement. Cai Qin shook his head and said, "It's all over. I can't stand up anymore. I have nothing. " A friend said, "No, you have many advantages. These advantages are the best capital for you to start over. "

"advantages? What advantages do I have? " Cai Qin shook his head and said.

"Well, let's write down your advantages on paper, shall we?" Whether Cai Qin agrees or not, my friend found the pen and paper. Then, four people began to write down the advantages of Cai Qin on paper. I wrote for 30 minutes, adding up to 225 articles. My friend carefully folded these 225 pieces of paper with the advantages of Cai Qin, and then asked Cai Qin to find a bottle and put all these pieces of paper in it. After all this, friends said to Cai Qin, "We are not complimenting you, but these advantages of you are the impression you gave to everyone before. Starting from tomorrow, you will take out a note from this bottle after getting up every day and look at the words on the note, and you will have confidence in yourself. "

Cai Qin thought it was interesting. The first day, after getting up, she opened the bottle, took out a piece of paper, and slowly unfolded it, with two words written on it: "Optimism". There is also a small line below: "Cai Qin, come on!" Looking at this note, Cai Qin's eyes were moist, she felt the love of her friends, and her heart was warm. She had breakfast that day. She hasn't had breakfast for a long time. The next morning, Cai Qin took out a second note from the bottle with two words written on it: "Clever". She smiled, but she didn't expect to be a smart person in the eyes of her friends.

On the third day, the note in Cai Qin's hand read: "There is a talent for singing"; On the fourth day, the note in Cai Qin's hand read: "Aggressive"; Fifth day ...

225 notes, each with a friend's evaluation of himself. I don't know from which day, Cai Qin began to smile, began to strut into the street, and began to sit at the window and plan his future. ...

After bidding farewell to the pain, Cai Qin confidently stepped onto the stage again, singing, as if she had returned to her youth. Her career has entered the second spring.

In the journey of life, there will always be a time to fall. Please throw away depression and despair, please find your own strengths and give yourself confidence.

Happy baseball

David west field

Baseball may be one of the most popular forms of entertainment in America, but I am an exception. Growing up, I often stood in the outfield and prayed to God again and again: "Don't let the ball fly at me!" " "On one occasion, I didn't even hit an easy ball, and my coach simply rolled the ball off the ground. He asked me if I wanted to play golf. When I grew up, I learned to appreciate baseball games and even became a fan of the local baseball team. Of course, I still try to avoid calling in person. But I hope my eight-year-old son Ryan can learn to play baseball, not like his father. So I signed him up for a baseball training club.

When my son first practiced, I was fidgeting in the stands. God, don't let Ryan always fail like me. "come on Children! " I shouted like other fathers. The arm of the automatic ball picker was lifted, and then the ball was thrown out. Ryan hit hard ... and missed it; The catcher's arm was raised again, and Ryan gave another blow ... but missed it. Throw, hit, miss; Throw it again, hit the ball, and miss it again. Over and over again. The only difference from when I was a child is that now Ryan has an automatic ball catcher, and he won't make fun of me with a few witticisms from time to time like when I was a child.

Ryan didn't even hit the thrown ball once. After the training, I was mentally prepared-I came to my little guy with a depressed face. To my surprise, he came back with a big smile.

"Dad, I want an ice cream."

"ok." I said as I walked, thinking that he felt good about himself. Maybe he will make progress next time, after all, there is still a whole season!

However, Ryan is still the same. After training again and again, he missed the chance to catch the ball. In his primary school class, each child has five chances in each round. Ryan made mistakes again and again and didn't hit a ball. At first I tried to encourage him, but I felt sorry and depressed when I saw those lost opportunities. Some balls looked very close, but they missed. "Well played." I try to look optimistic. "Thanks, Dad." He is still all smiles.

Every time Ryan hits the ball, I start walking around uneasily outside. Every time he misses a ball, I feel I missed it. However, the next time it's Ryan's turn, he always walks out of the lounge happily and continues his swing training with his classmates. Isn't he afraid of classmates laughing at me? I always wanted my son to say he didn't want to attend, but the little guy never gave up.

One spring day, my son beat his sticks empty-handed and came to his mother for a drink. "Some of them are very good!" " "His mother said, touching his hair.

"Well done, son!" I said mechanically. He grinned like a winner as usual. In my opinion, this kind of smile is so inappropriate. When he turned back to the training ground, I couldn't help shaking my head. I really don't understand. He is the only child in this class who hasn't played once. How can he be so happy? "Relax," said the wife. "If Ryan is not worried about his grades, why are you fooling around? He had a good time! This is the key, you know? "

However, how can he be so happy? When I was a child, I was ashamed when I lost the ball. I feel ashamed and want to dig a hole to drill down. Ryan missed the ball. He must be very sad, I think. At this time it was his turn again, and I went to the outfield.

Ryan stepped forward, as serious and focused as ever. Even if he only hits the ball once! I thought. The automatic ball picker picked up the ball, threw it over and missed it; One more, still missed.

"Keep your eyes on the ball," the coach shouted. "The ball is coming again!"

The third mistake. I close my eyes.

The fourth mistake. "Ryan, come on!" The students shouted.

The fifth mistake.

I opened my eyes and looked at the ground helplessly. When I looked up, Ryan was already with his mother. He took a long sip of water and still smiled as if he had just won the championship.

The days of training in the past flashed through my mind like movie pictures-all pictures of my son making mistakes. He tried to do it, and he is still trying.

At this moment, Ryan looked at me and cocked his thumb. It suddenly dawned on me. Ryan's baseball is really different from mine. No matter what his grades are, he can find pleasure in them. Yes, this is the key.

I smiled at Ryan and gave him a thumbs-up back. He turned and went back to the field. I finally didn't go outside. I sat down with confidence and admired my son's healthy and positive attitude. After the training, we ate ice cream and I patted my son on the shoulder. "ah! Young man! Dad, I am really proud of you! " I said, "Dad likes the way you play baseball."