Five stories about ideals

"Be tall!" Dream is a supreme realm, which makes people dream. In order to dream, people can be desperate, diligent and willing to sweat. Dreams paved a colorful road for life. A man without a goal is like a ship without a rudder, drifting forever and only reaching the beach of disappointment, failure and frustration. Winners are always those who have goals, and flowers and honors will never come to those who hit the wall like headless flies in the journey of life. I have arranged an ideal story for you. Welcome to read!

The story about the ideal 1:

On the eve of National Day, the Beijing Paralympic Games was successfully concluded. Looking at the fireworks over the "Bird's Nest" that night and the energetic performance of disabled friends on the field, I thought of myself.

People's hands are different. Generally speaking, my right hand seems to be a little bigger than my left hand, and the difference between my left hand and my right hand is even greater. In fact, I am afraid that others will see my right hand. It's a little rough, and the blood vessels on the back of the hand swell, just like the old man's hand. A thick layer of cocoon was also ground on the joint of the right hand. A healthy person's palm will cocoon, and my cocoon is on the back of my hand, because I am used to supporting the weight on the right side of my body with my hands when sitting. It will cocoon after a long time. My left hand is much better, my skin is whiter, and light blue blood vessels are hidden under the skin, like young people's hands. I like to look at my left hand. When I was a child, I used to hook my hands and bend my hands to take pictures of various animals on the wall, such as rabbits, eagles, foxes, deer and horses. My father saw it and told my mother that my hands are big and beautiful, and they are a pair of hands playing the piano. But children at that time seldom owned pianos. It was many years before I bought a piano. I find that my piano playing hand is really advantageous. I can play octaves with one hand effortlessly.

I usually do many things with my hands. First, I deal with my own life. Disabled women? Especially for patients with myelopathy, it is difficult to take care of themselves, and it is even more difficult to be as clean and tidy as healthy women. Looking back on many past events today, I don't know how I overcame so many difficulties. When I was ten years old, I was a child who could only lie in bed every day. I can't take care of myself, because I have had three major operations for several years, and my spine has completely lost its support, and I can't feel the urine. I still have several bedsores that will never heal. My parents go to work, I lie at home, and my mother can only change diapers when she comes home. I'm pale and lifeless. It was the most helpless day in the face of difficulties. I always look in the mirror, talk to myself in the mirror, and hold up the mirror to see the scene outside. Although it is a narrow and fixed sky, it is also a comfort to me. After all, I saw the outside in my own way, and that kind of blue also made me look forward to life infinitely.

Later, I struggled to sit up and endured the pain as long as possible. I asked myself to sit down and wash my face and brush my teeth. I cleaned around the bed. My hand gives me hope. Once my mother saw that it was difficult for me to wear pants, so she said to make me a "convenient" one. I know what my mother means. My face is so hot that tears are coming out, but I don't want to. What I want is to be like other children. I kept my head down to prevent my mother from seeing my tears. I put on sweater pants and corduroy pants, and I had a hard time putting them on. A healthy child may do something well in a few minutes, but it takes me a long time. Now that I think about it, it may be a good thing for children to be stubborn.

I can have today's life. I really appreciate my hand. They let me learn to write. After reading a book, knowledge quietly changed my fate. When I was fifteen years old in the countryside, I used to give acupuncture to many villagers and cured their diseases. I cut hair and sew schoolbags for the children there. I can also weave wheat straw. One year, I went to Huangloudian Supply and Marketing Cooperative to sell plaids with the girls in the village. I bought a piece of plaid with the money from selling plaid, cut it myself and made a shirt with tight cuffs. That was the most popular dress at that time.

Later, I was able to do more things. Year after year, I began to find that the difficult things have become my habits and the most common things in my daily life. When I did those things, I even forgot my disability. I have a washing machine, but I still wash some clothes by hand, such as sweaters in winter and shirts in summer. I like to tidy up my house. I have to clean everything I can get. Two years ago, I was able to mop the floor, and sometimes I mopped the whole house. Although I was breathless with fatigue, I was very happy to look at the neat and clean room. Maybe healthy people don't care about these things, but it means real happiness to me? My spirit was liberated.

My right hand and left hand helped me create a life that healthy people can't imagine. I walk in a wheelchair, and I can go anywhere flat. I can clean the house, cook and wash dishes, dry clothes, draw curtains and water flowers, and open an electric sewing machine for sewing. I can open the door for the guests and make tea and coffee for them. My hands gave me the opportunity to try and explore all the impossible things and try to live like a healthy person. My hand is a tool. It helps me to write, type and draw. My hand is a bridge of friendship. They have held many people's hands and passed on their love to people for me. I have shaken the hands of old people, children, young people and disabled brothers and sisters. Many people who shook hands with me said, Heidi, your hands are really strong! In fact, this is the result of exercise and my heartfelt enthusiasm for people. Familiar friends say that my hand is very similar to my father's, and shaking hands with him will always feel a kind of warmth and sincerity.

Speaking of left and right hands, I think of what Engels said. Man first left the animal kingdom, starting with his hands. From the beginning of upright walking, people liberated their hands and let them work and create, and thinking, language and emotion came into being, thus giving birth to human beings with modern significance. In order to engage in complex labor and creation, people's two hands also have a division of labor, because it can handle all kinds of things more conveniently. In the process of evolution, the human brain has also changed, and the two hemispheres of the brain have also formed a division of labor. Each part has its own independent responsibilities, which enriches and complicates thinking, language and emotion, and also makes hands more dexterous. Ah, it turns out that it is a person's hand that determines whether a person can become a person! People's hands also determine people's future, because human evolution comes from the use of hands in the final analysis.

I think that even if a person sits in a wheelchair all his life, as long as he has tenacious spirit, unyielding will and hardworking hands, he can overcome many difficulties and create an ideal life he yearns for.

Story about the ideal 2:

It is not difficult not to do things you don't like, but to be able to do things you really like.

"Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely" is freedom; "The son of heaven doesn't get on the boat, claiming that he is a fairy in wine", or freedom; "Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those high-ranking and high-ranking people whose sincere faces will never be seen?" It is still freedom.

Yes! This is the life I want! Regardless of his boss, customers and future salary, I want happiness and freedom! So as not to waste this life!

Is there really a free and happy life?

Freedom means that you can't do anything you don't want to do. However, as a reciprocal person, we should not go too far. Are you the most like Yan Hui admired by Confucius? "A scoop of food, a scoop of drink, in the mean lane, people can't bear to worry, and they won't change their fun when they go back."

Do you like this "freedom"? If you like it, it's easy. As long as you are brilliant, you don't have to consider anyone's feelings. Anyone who doesn't like unhappy things will put on a bad face and walk away. Don't say that he is your boss, boss or client, even if he is the king of heaven and the Secretary-General of the United Nations.

I saw an American movie called True Love a long time ago, in which there was a material girl who was smart, beautiful and sexy among the rich. One day, when I met the first hero in the movie, the first hero asked her why. Is it for the money? She has a famous saying: I don't love money, but I know that money can bring independence and freedom. I like living independently and freely.

What is an independent and free life? To put it bluntly, it is autonomy? Decide your own lifestyle. You don't like living in a broken alley, well, you can live in a villa; You don't like your marriage, it doesn't matter, just end it; Even if you want to save the endangered South China tiger, no problem, go ahead.

It is not difficult for a person not to do what he doesn't like. The hard thing is to do what you really like, regardless of the cost.

Many years ago, I heard a joke that a rich man went to the seaside for a holiday and said with emotion: I have worked hard to make money, and finally I can lie here and do nothing. The fisherman listened and said, I've been lying here doing nothing! This joke seems to mock that the rich are not as free as fishermen, but do people make money just to do nothing? It is easy for a fisherman to lie on the beach and bask in the sun, but what if he wants to go to the Alps to see the snow? Of course, you can argue with me about why you want to see the snow. Satisfied people are happy, and plain is true. What you said is another matter, not autonomy. Autonomy is a luxury, it never belongs to everyone, just like a luxury life.

There is a saying in the west that a woman must kiss a lot of frogs before she can kiss a prince. An independent life is also like a prince in our dreams. Before we get him, we may have to do something we don't like, do something we don't like, and experience many frogs before our dreams come true.

Story 3 about the ideal:

Cousin probably doesn't like festivals very much, because seven aunts and eight aunts in a small town always have a bad memory and ask her again and again: Are you 30 this year? Cousin turned to one side and whispered: 32? The sound of chatting and playing mahjong around immediately stopped, and what came to my face was: You are so old, why don't you get married? ! At that time, people and gods were angry, and my cousin simply wanted to die from the people.

My cousin has seen the world. She spent two years in Japan and four years in Europe. Although I am only a part-time job, I have become independent, well dressed and tolerant of everything. Most young people who have been living at home have pried open their shells like oysters attached to rocks, and they also have a sticky and unhappy feeling.

Cousin has a LV bag. Although she only has 1000 yuan a month in her hometown, she spent 1 10,000 yuan on that bag, which is full of moving, inspiring and bitter memories.

Four years ago, at the age of 25, she went to England to work during the day, learn English at night, and save money. She always told her mother not to sell raw bean sprouts in winter and went to a Korean clothing factory to do odd jobs? The main thing is to cut off the thread on the clothes, each with 20 points. Cousin felt that it was too hard. She earned her money for working for a few days after getting up early and getting greedy for the dark for a month, preferring to do more by herself.

Cousin seldom spends money and doesn't want to buy anything for herself, but once she happened to hang out with her roommate in a luxury store, she took a fancy to a Louis Vuitton bag, which cost more than 900 euros and looked like her dream.

The first time, naturally, I put it down. Later, I went alone, my bag was still there, and my heart was full of waves. By Thanksgiving, she had been there more than 10 times. I feel that I haven't bought anything for myself in recent years, so I spoiled myself once and bought it. When I got that heavy bag, I thought it was a symbol of all good things, and? Close to happiness.

When she finally returned home after four years, she was a little disappointed. Nobody asked about the bag. No one in the town knows about LV, although the logo is obvious; Or compared with her meager salary in a small town, take it for granted that it is fake? She has no rich boyfriend or husband. Cousin is getting bored. This bag has nothing to do with her beautiful dream. Even if someone asks the price and says "so expensive", she can tell the story of her previous struggle with body temperature. But nobody asked. What everyone says is: You are so old, find a reliable person to marry quickly. She said: Don't worry, get a job first.

Go around, I can accept her, only the salary 1000 or so. Most of the girls around work in supermarkets, shopping malls, restaurants or electronics factories and clothing factories; People who come back outside are related to being civil servants or going to institutions. Are those who study normal schools teachers? This is the only "high-end" job in a small county. Why do young people like living in big cities? The answer is self-evident.

When she told me this, she smiled calmly.

Then one day, my cousin told me lightly: Is there a shop selling second-hand brand-name bags in Beijing? Help me sell this bag.

I know, she's getting married soon. Maybe she figured it out: you do, or you don't. Youth is always there. If you don't come, you will leave.

Story 4 about the ideal:

A little boy who dreams of becoming a writer likes writing very much, but his Chinese class is very poor. Because he thinks grammar is very complicated and boring, he hates long and boring writing training. Therefore, the Chinese teacher is not optimistic about his composition.

But the little boy never changed his dream, nor did he change his attitude towards Chinese class, until a Mr. Friege became his Chinese teacher. One day, Mr. Friege gave the students a list of homework, which was full of composition questions and asked them to write a composition on any topic of interest.

The little boy found that the teacher seemed very different, so he began to choose topics. He looked at the titles of several lines of the composition and found it boring. He doesn't want to write at all. Suddenly, his eyes stayed on the topic of "the art of eating spaghetti", and vivid memories came out of his mind: it was a very warm night, the full moon hung high outside the window, the bright moonlight filled the courtyard, and the family sat around the dining table, quietly waiting for the aunt to bring spaghetti; Although it was menstruation's first time to make macaroni, the taste was strange, but the whole family ate it seriously and kept praising and encouraging menstruation. They were very happy and enjoyed themselves, and the whole room was filled with laughter like a bell.

The boy immediately wrote it down, of course, in his own way, leaving all the composition skills and grammar rules he learned at school. It was almost successful, and the boy felt comfortable all over. It was an unprecedented writing experience, and he almost forgot that he was finishing the homework assigned by the teacher.

After the composition was handed in, the boy didn't expect to be praised because such a thing never happened to him. To the boy's surprise, his article was read by the teacher as a model essay in front of the class, and the students were listening to his article carefully. Only the teacher's rich and beautiful voice echoed in the classroom. After the teacher finished reading, the students unanimously applauded with admiration.

Later, when the boy grew up, he became a reporter for a local newspaper. Because of his sensitive writing style and material selection, Superman was stationed in the White House by the editor-in-chief, and later hired by The New York Times to become a famous columnist.

He is Russell Baker, winner of two Pulitzer Prize for Journalism, and later served as a judge of Pulitzer Prize for Journalism. His dream really came true.

Life sentiment:

Everyone has a beautiful dream in his heart, but for some reason, especially the pressure of the environment, we changed our original ideas and lost our true self. On the other hand, Russell Baker stood firm in his belief, stuck to his original dream, did one thing for himself wholeheartedly, and finally succeeded.

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