The vastness and comp

The vastness and complexity of the world are beyond anyone's imagination, in front of which the individual is but a small straw. In the face of the boundless magic mirror of the world, we see our own floating shadow, divided by the wind into a fragile individual, clearly living in the same world, but have been alone for no reason. Even if said to be independent, completely rely on their own strength to create a gorgeous sky, but until a thousand sails over the bustling disperse, but found themselves from the bottom of my heart or desire a pair of hands. Those hands came from the clouds, with the heat of the heart, it silently accepted you and silently carried you to the other side. How can we live alone, we meet so many people every day on the road of life, we form each other's lives. Some of them might stay, so we approach each other, become friends and walk the rest of the way together. They give you friendship, they give you laughter, they give you warmth, they give you support. But really such friends are not many after all, you don't know when you will meet them.The real basis on which people judge your ability is not how many things you have in your head, but your actions. People trust down-to-earth people, they think: this person dares to say and do, must know how to do the best. I have yet to hear anyone praised for not bothering others, not taking action, or waiting for orders to do something. Those leaders in business and government are very capable and hard-working people, people who are 100 percent motivated. Those who stand on the sidelines will never lead. Whether it's spontaneous or passive, it's habit. Habit is like a rope, we spin a rope every day, and 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 hard to maintain. Good habits are hard to form, but easy to keep.Night, can grasp the night is less and less. But we never seem to think about what time means to us in this perspective, what it means to miss a night, and what it means to seize it. When reading this story, I almost shed tears, because in the days before I entered the repeat school, I also experienced such years. I am very glad that I have a chance to come again after missing, and it is this time to grasp the fate of my life. What changes will happen to you in one night? I was in a bad mood that year when I failed my college entrance exam. I want to go out to work to earn more money for my parents, maybe that can make up for my guilt towards them. Father said, when the field work is finished, we will make plans. At that time, the wheat had been harvested, but my mother fell ill, and there was still a field in my family that had not been planted with corn. There was a heavy rain during the night. It was a good time to plant corn. At noon the next day, my father and I set out. The seeds are in plastic buckets, and my father digs and pits me with seeds, two seeds in each pit. The hot sun of the fifth lunar month seems to recover all the rain 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 seeds with four rows to plant. Relieved, I said to my father that it was getting dark, let's call it a day and bring the seeds tomorrow. Dad said nothing, hid his hoe in a pile of straw in the field, and we went home. Back home, I drank water, comfortable on the kang to sleep, but saw my father in the corn seeds, I asked not tomorrow to plant? What's the use of preparing now? Dad smiled and said that the field must be planted tonight, otherwise the harvest will fail in the future. I can't believe it. Isn't it just one night away? Dad said that we took a nap and passed through the night, but the seeds planted do not sleep, and the corn on the same plot is planted overnight, the yield difference can be big. Seeing my disbelief, 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 and compared it 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!