When uncle was young, his grandmother, who had not died, found him a job in a ceramic factory. Although the work was hard, it was still stable. After working for a period of time, he resigned. When relatives and friends asked, he just said, "I can't get along with those co-workers." After being an unemployed vagrant for a long time, my uncle began to pour antiques again. Every time he came home, he would show off his new antiques to my father: "san'er (three uncles and brothers, and dad ranked third), what do you think of my stone?" Dad said, "brother, don't say it's useless. I'll ask you, 300 yuan, can you sell this stone?" Then the uncle stopped talking. At the age of 30, he married once. Later, his wife cheated and left him a son, so he divorced him. Since then, he has been alone. It's not a personal matter to persuade him. He has been looking for excuses to perfunctory the past, saying "wait until his son is older", "wait until his son goes to college" and "wait until his son gets married". Now he has a granddaughter who is almost two years old, but he is still alone and lives in the house after my grandmother died. At family gatherings, my uncle doesn't often talk and occasionally says a few words. Even if it's a very nutritious flattery, no one listens carefully. So when no one paid attention to him, I would smile at him and listen to him patiently. However, as soon as I listened carefully, he became at a loss. The last sentence was "Nannan, you should listen to your parents". Then he closed his eyes and seemed to be seriously thinking about what to say next. When I opened my eyes again, I only said "good boy, good boy" which didn't match the preface. The other one is uncle g, my father's high school classmate. He comes to visit my home every once in a while. When I was young, I remember that every time he came home, he would sit for a long time. Later I learned that he was selling insurance to his parents. After doing it for several years, he pulled in his familiar classmates and bought insurance, but he couldn't do it himself. Later, he changed his career, sold second-hand cars and acted as an investment agent. Now, he was fooled into the partnership by his companions and began to sell expensive lingerie and men's underwear. Sales are pitifully low. He couldn't save face and sold door-to-door. He had to start with his old classmates again. A week before the new year, he visited again. Like every time I saw him before, he was always dusty. The determination to try his best to convince others was written on his face. As soon as he sat down, the wheel words burst out like a series of shells: "this magnetic therapy underwear has the effect of reducing weight and preventing cancer. You see, other big stars use this..." Dad wanted to help him analyze the current market situation. He just said repeatedly, "several people who sell this have made a lot of money. This way is no problem!" Only the occasional phone call could interrupt his eloquence. My mother took advantage of it to let him have a drink to catch his breath. Next, we were forced to listen to the introduction of magnetic therapy underwear, which had been sold for six hours. After seeing him off, Dad sighed, "I'm afraid that your uncle g will become your uncle in the future." They all live very hard. Life is a war. I admire those who struggled to survive in this war, but not everyone's struggle is worthy of admiration. In fact, the uncle's bad relationship with his co-workers is just an excuse. He resigned just because he thought the job was too hard; After his resignation, he didn't look for a job. He took chances every day and dreamed of becoming rich overnight by relying on valuable antiques; After the divorce, he was disappointed with his marriage. He was only thirty, but he put an end to all the possibilities of starting over in his heart. Uncle G has changed so many jobs that he shirks his responsibility every time he meets a problem, and if he can't shirk it, he just quit; As long as he insists on doing whatever he has done before and doesn't give up halfway, his situation will definitely be much better than now. But he didn't, the reason is very simple, because what he wants is a shortcut, a way to make money come quickly and pay less. They are pathetic, but more pathetic. Because their so-called struggle is not facing difficulties, but perfunctory escape; Not down-to-earth, but opportunistic. He is used to being timid and following others. He lacks a rational understanding of people and things and doesn't use his brain, so his energy and time are consumed in meaningless struggle. In the final analysis, they don't know what they really want, how far they want to achieve and what kind of goal they want to achieve. They just live and struggle in confusion. But is this struggle really meaningful? They just seem to be struggling, suffering, sad and wronged. They seem to be tortured by their desire to get something. And actually? They are not willing to pay for their desires at all. When you don't want to try your best to grasp something, you are not qualified to expect anything from others, including encouragement, support and even pity. I have a best friend a, who failed in the college entrance examination and got into a good or bad University. After I returned home, I went to find her. She took me to visit the school, and then took me to her dormitory. There were six girls in their dormitory. When I went in, it was 11 a.m. on the weekend. Except for a, the other five girls were lying in bed, either holding a computer or a mobile phone. Holding the computer, they urged each other: "are you finished?" "No, it's six hundred words short! Where did you find it?" A secretly told me that I was about to hand in my paper and was making up for it. But it's a supplement. It's not like copying a little here and there. I'm a little surprised: the teacher doesn't care? She was amused by me: who cares about you, teacher? I can't control it. After about ten minutes, the girls finished their papers and began to lean comfortably on the bed to watch the variety show. They burst out laughing from time to time. After chatting for a while, I wanted to recommend some books to A. she looked lack of interest. After listening to me for a while, she turned on her laptop and suggested to me with a smile, "let's watch the program, too." This is actually their daily life. When there is no class, I spend most of my time in the dormitory, holding my mobile phone and computer, chasing Korean dramas and watching animation. I said: it's a waste of time. She just laughed: everyone is like this now. Later, once, having dinner with a, she told me that she didn't want to take the postgraduate entrance examination. She said that even if graduate students graduate, it's still difficult to find a job. It's better to start looking after graduation without wasting that time. If you can, I want to take an examination of civil servants. I said: civil servants are more difficult than graduate students. By the way, didn't you tell me you wanted to take the accounting certificate before? What about? She shook her head: that's too difficult. I can only change one question: what do you say about the tour guide certificate you particularly want to take? I didn't say last time. Although my aunt doesn't agree, I can try it. She shook her head: the tour guide certificate is too difficult to test. Then she told me that many of her classmates, like her, were very confused about the future. Then she said, I envy you very much. You have good grades and don't have to worry about these at all. I can only smile bitterly. She didn't know that I had to revise a paper over there more than 20 times; I spend my spare time reading the original books in class or after class; Or watch American dramas and listen to the BBC to practice listening; Get up and run at six every morning; Swimming three times a week; Insist on self-study in small languages... I didn't tell her that. When we envy others, we might as well ask ourselves: compared with others, have we really paid anything to have these? Or, are you really willing to pay anything? You know, in this world, it is difficult to do anything, and there is no so-called shortcut at all. If you know you really want something, ask yourself: how can I get it? I want to get love, but I don't start to lower my body to pursue the courage of a love, so why should I have it? I want to make a lot of money in this industry, but I don't have the consciousness to do it well and stick to it to the end. Instead, I escape when I encounter difficulties. So why do I have it? I want to stand out among my peers, but I don't have the determination to work harder than others, so why should I have it? There is no opportunism, no eagerness for quick success and instant benefit. We can only move forward steadily step by step. There is no fear in the face of difficulties, no retreat in the face of blows, gritting your teeth and sticking to what you want, with determination and perseverance. Many people always say they have worked hard, so they can get the evaluation of "forget it, he has worked hard" from others. The so-called real effort is the emotion of looking back on the past after success, and it is definitely not an excuse for self deception after failure. Finally, may we all have the consciousness of giving everything for what we ask, be stingy and down-to-earth, and finally achieve our wish.

When uncle was young, his grandmother, who had not died, found him a job in a ceramic factory. Although the work was hard, it was still stable. After working for a period of time, he resigned. When relatives and friends asked, he just said, "I can't get along with those co-workers." After being an unemployed vagrant for a long time, my uncle began to pour antiques again. Every time he came home, he would show off his new antiques to my father: "san'er (three uncles and brothers, and dad ranked third), what do you think of my stone?" Dad said, "brother, don't say it's useless. I'll ask you, 300 yuan, can you sell this stone?" Then the uncle stopped talking. At the age of 30, he married once. Later, his wife cheated and left him a son, so he divorced him. Since then, he has been alone. It's not a personal matter to persuade him. He has been looking for excuses to perfunctory the past, saying "wait until his son is older", "wait until his son goes to college" and "wait until his son gets married". Now he has a granddaughter who is almost two years old, but he is still alone and lives in the house after my grandmother died. At family gatherings, my uncle doesn't often talk and occasionally says a few words. Even if it's a very nutritious flattery, no one listens carefully. So when no one paid attention to him, I would smile at him and listen to him patiently. However, as soon as I listened carefully, he became at a loss. The last sentence was "Nannan, you should listen to your parents". Then he closed his eyes and seemed to be seriously thinking about what to say next. When I opened my eyes again, I only said "good boy, good boy" which didn't match the preface. The other one is uncle g, my father's high school classmate. He comes to visit my home every once in a while. When I was young, I remember that every time he came home, he would sit for a long time. Later I learned that he was selling insurance to his parents. After doing it for several years, he pulled in his familiar classmates and bought insurance, but he couldn't do it himself. Later, he changed his career, sold second-hand cars and acted as an investment agent. Now, he was fooled into the partnership by his companions and began to sell expensive lingerie and men's underwear. Sales are pitifully low. He couldn't save face and sold door-to-door. He had to start with his old classmates again. A week before the new year, he visited again. Like every time I saw him before, he was always dusty. The determination to try his best to convince others was written on his face. As soon as he sat down, the wheel words burst out like a series of shells: "this magnetic therapy underwear has the effect of reducing weight and preventing cancer. You see, other big stars use this..." Dad wanted to help him analyze the current market situation. He just said repeatedly, "several people who sell this have made a lot of money. This way is no problem!" Only the occasional phone call could interrupt his eloquence. My mother took advantage of it to let him have a drink to catch his breath. Next, we were forced to listen to the introduction of magnetic therapy underwear, which had been sold for six hours. After seeing him off, Dad sighed, "I'm afraid that your uncle g will become your uncle in the future." They all live very hard. Life is a war. I admire those who struggled to survive in this war, but not everyone's struggle is worthy of admiration. In fact, the uncle's bad relationship with his co-workers is just an excuse. He resigned just because he thought the job was too hard; After his resignation, he didn't look for a job. He took chances every day and dreamed of becoming rich overnight by relying on valuable antiques; After the divorce, he was disappointed with his marriage. He was only thirty, but he put an end to all the possibilities of starting over in his heart. Uncle G has changed so many jobs that he shirks his responsibility every time he meets a problem, and if he can't shirk it, he just quit; As long as he insists on doing whatever he has done before and doesn't give up halfway, his situation will definitely be much better than now. But he didn't, the reason is very simple, because what he wants is a shortcut, a way to make money come quickly and pay less. They are pathetic, but more pathetic. Because their so-called struggle is not facing difficulties, but perfunctory escape; Not down-to-earth, but opportunistic. He is used to being timid and following others. He lacks a rational understanding of people and things and doesn't use his brain, so his energy and time are consumed in meaningless struggle. In the final analysis, they don't know what they really want, how far they want to achieve and what kind of goal they want to achieve. They just live and struggle in confusion. But is this struggle really meaningful? They just seem to be struggling, suffering, sad and wronged. They seem to be tortured by their desire to get something. And actually? They are not willing to pay for their desires at all. When you don't want to try your best to grasp something, you are not qualified to expect anything from others, including encouragement, support and even pity. I have a best friend a, who failed in the college entrance examination and got into a good or bad University. After I returned home, I went to find her. She took me to visit the school, and then took me to her dormitory. There were six girls in their dormitory. When I went in, it was 11 a.m. on the weekend. Except for a, the other five girls were lying in bed, either holding a computer or a mobile phone. Holding the computer, they urged each other: "are you finished?" "No, it's six hundred words short! Where did you find it?" A secretly told me that I was about to hand in my paper and was making up for it. But it's a supplement. It's not like copying a little here and there. I'm a little surprised: the teacher doesn't care? She was amused by me: who cares about you, teacher? I can't control it. After about ten minutes, the girls finished their papers and began to lean comfortably on the bed to watch the variety show. They burst out laughing from time to time. After chatting for a while, I wanted to recommend some books to A. she looked lack of interest. After listening to me for a while, she turned on her laptop and suggested to me with a smile, "let's watch the program, too." This is actually their daily life. When there is no class, I spend most of my time in the dormitory, holding my mobile phone and computer, chasing Korean dramas and watching animation. I said: it's a waste of time. She just laughed: everyone is like this now. Later, once, having dinner with a, she told me that she didn't want to take the postgraduate entrance examination. She said that even if graduate students graduate, it's still difficult to find a job. It's better to start looking after graduation without wasting that time. If you can, I want to take an examination of civil servants. I said: civil servants are more difficult than graduate students. By the way, didn't you tell me you wanted to take the accounting certificate before? What about? She shook her head: that's too difficult. I can only change one question: what do you say about the tour guide certificate you particularly want to take? I didn't say last time. Although my aunt doesn't agree, I can try it. She shook her head: the tour guide certificate is too difficult to test. Then she told me that many of her classmates, like her, were very confused about the future. Then she said, I envy you very much. You have good grades and don't have to worry about these at all. I can only smile bitterly. She didn't know that I had to revise a paper over there more than 20 times; I spend my spare time reading the original books in class or after class; Or watch American dramas and listen to the BBC to practice listening; Get up and run at six every morning; Swimming three times a week; Insist on self-study in small languages... I didn't tell her that. When we envy others, we might as well ask ourselves: compared with others, have we really paid anything to have these? Or, are you really willing to pay anything? You know, in this world, it is difficult to do anything, and there is no so-called shortcut at all. If you know you really want something, ask yourself: how can I get it? I want to get love, but I don't start to lower my body to pursue the courage of a love, so why should I have it? I want to make a lot of money in this industry, but I don't have the consciousness to do it well and stick to it to the end. Instead, I escape when I encounter difficulties. So why do I have it? I want to stand out among my peers, but I don't have the determination to work harder than others, so why should I have it? There is no opportunism, no eagerness for quick success and instant benefit. We can only move forward steadily step by step. There is no fear in the face of difficulties, no retreat in the face of blows, gritting your teeth and sticking to what you want, with determination and perseverance. Many people always say they have worked hard, so they can get the evaluation of "forget it, he has worked hard" from others. The so-called real effort is the emotion of looking back on the past after success, and it is definitely not an excuse for self deception after failure. Finally, may we all have the consciousness of giving everything for what we ask, be stingy and down-to-earth, and finally achieve our wish.