The stool of dreams

At nearly eight years old, he's still a mess adding and subtracting under 10. His father picked him up from playing with rocks under the wall, gave him a schoolbag, and said, "Go to school."

His parents thought all the time that he could have a real life. One autumn, he dipped in black ink and drew a pavilion with four corners, some tall trees, and some sparkling water on the wall of his home. The neighbor said The boy is not bad at painting. He should be a painter in the future. Thinking that he would be able to work as a painter from village to village, he watched the painter at work, consciously or unconsciously. That year, a man on his uncle's home wall, also painted a landscape, but also the title "Guilin landscape Jia world", he knew that the word "Jia" was wrong, but did not dare to speak out.

When he was not sure whether he could be a painter, his parents found another "strength". Once he and the next-door Spring four family boy, cut out a lot of cat and dog paper patterns, with a flashlight into the chicken coop "play a movie". After wasting several batteries, my father went to the commune to find someone from the screening team to see if they could find him another job, even if it was doing chores or cuddling films. Later the commune did give them a place in the village, but not to him, but the son of the village secretary.

Seeing no hope of becoming a painter and being unable to show films, his parents calculated that it was time for him to go home and work on the land, and planned to book him a girl from a neighboring village. At this time, he was even confused to go to the county high school. My father was worried. On it, not only will miss the fieldwork, but also miss the girl in the neighboring village, more importantly, the village side has never been admitted to the university, so believe that their ancestral graves will not have this grass, his father said, don't go on. His mother saw him hemming and hawing, said, on it, step by step.

After finishing high school, he was admitted to a third-rate junior college. If his life goes on like this, graduated, back home to teach, perhaps a lifetime so no waves over. However, when he was a sophomore, he suddenly had an idea. At that time, the school had a newspaper of its own, with a supplement that would come out one or two issues a month, and he would often see articles written by fellow students published on it. He thought that before graduation, he had to complete a small wish, that is, must publish an article in the school newspaper supplement, his name into type. He began to write furiously, and when he finished, he would show it to his writing teacher, and if he got any approval, he would submit it to the editorial office. When the teacher didn't want to show it to him, he went to work on it for himself. He read a lot of books and newspapers for this purpose. However, many articles submitted to the school newspaper fell into the sea like mud.

He did not want to throw away the manuscript which had been the result of his painstaking efforts. With the idea of giving it a try, he submitted several articles to the daily newspaper of the city. As a result, something unexpected happened, his words appeared in the daily newspaper of the city. Later, his name appeared in newspapers in and out of the province one after another. From then on, he became more diligent in his literary work, for he discovered that he had a talent that he had never thought possible.

This man was Jia Pingwa. This is what he said at a pen meet. After speaking, he said with feeling that more people in this world are arranged by others to finish their lives, are arranged to learn which technology, is arranged to enter which school, is arranged to work in which unit...... But they have never really arranged a thing for themselves to do. People at this time, most need to have a stool, you stand on it, you will find that you have a lot of untapped talent and wisdom. And this stool is suddenly burst into your heart of an idea, an idea.

Finally, he said with a smile, without this stool, you will never see your dream, let alone have it.