I drank water

The real basis for people to judge your ability is not how much stuff you have in your head, but your actions. People trust people with their feet on the ground. They think: This person can say and do something, and must know how to do it best. I have yet to hear anyone praised for not bothering others, not taking action or waiting for orders to do something. Those who lead in business and government are very able and hard-working people who take 100 percent initiative. Those who stand on the sidelines will never lead. Whether it's spontaneous or passive, it's habit. Habit is like a rope, we weave a rope every day, finally it is too thick to break. The rope of habit will either lead us to the peak or the trough, depending on the habit or the bad habit. Bad habits can make or break us. They are easy to develop but difficult to maintain. Good habits are hard to form, but easy to maintain.How far can you go in one night? You may have already started to think about this problem! Yes, there have been many nights that we have missed, and fewer and fewer nights to grasp. But we never seem to think about what time means to us in this light, what it means to miss a night, and what it means to seize it. When I read this story, I almost shed tears, because I also went through such years in the days before I entered the re-study class. I am very glad that I have a chance to start again after missing, it is this time to grasp the fate of my life. What changes can you make in one night? I failed the college entrance exam that year and I was in a bad mood. I want to go out to work to earn more money for my parents, maybe that can make up for my guilt to them. Dad said, "Let's wait till we're done with the fields." By then the wheat had been harvested, but my mother had fallen ill and there was still a patch of corn left in our house. During the night there was a good rain. It was a good time to plant corn. At noon the next day, Dad and I set out. Seeds in a plastic bucket, my father dug pit I point seeds, each pit two seeds. The sun of the fifth lunar month seems to take all the rain back last night, the ground is hot like a steamer, I sweat, my father is also breathing heavily. By the time the sun went down I was exhausted and my mouth was dry. We've run out of seed with four ridges to plant. I said to my father with a sigh of relief that it was getting dark. Let's call it a day and bring seeds tomorrow. Baba said nothing, hid his hoe in the straw-pile in the field, and we went home.I said to my father with a sigh of relief that it was getting dark. Let's call it a day and bring seeds tomorrow. Baba said nothing, hid his hoe in the straw-pile in the field, and we went home. When I got home, I drank water and lay down comfortably on the kang to have a good sleep. However, I saw my father was making corn seeds again. I asked if the seeds weren't going to be planted until tomorrow. What good is preparation now? Dad laughed and said that the field must be planted tonight or the harvest will fail. I can't believe it. Isn't it just one night away? Dad said we dozed off and it would be over in a night, but the seeds planted don't sleep, and planting the corn rice in the same plot overnight can make a big difference in yield. Seeing my doubts, my father pointed to the corn hanging under the eaves and said, you see, these and the storage are the harvest of this land, before and after a day. I picked up the corn ear under the eaves compared with the store, about 3 cm short! I took a few more comparisons, without exception, the size of the corn under the eaves is generally small! It turned out that last year, this field had not finished sowing, but suddenly it rained and could not work. The five ridges at the north end of the field were planted a day later than the other plots. I was stunned by the fact. Baba said that when the large fields of corn put on their ears at the same time, the later rows had not yet put on their ears and had missed the best pollination period, so the harvest was much worse. What a difference a day makes. A night and a day is only a moment for us human beings, but for a rice whose life cycle is only 70 days, it is indeed a long time. Isn't our seemingly long life as short as a seed? If we didn't try to catch up, we would be like corn under the eaves. That evening, my father and I went back to the field and planted the whole field. By the time we got home, the sky was already full of stars.