Senior one should make a whiteboard newspaper, which requires content of about 100 words, preferably inspirational.

What is powerful is talent and diligence.

Text/Su Ren

One day, Miss Green told me about a book she read recently. I forgot the title and author, but there was an interesting sentence in it. Apart from genius, the talents of most of us are not particularly different. Therefore, if a person insists on doing one thing for 10,000 hours in your life, you will become the first in the country. If you insist on doing something with100000 hours all your life, you will. I went to Bonnie's house for dinner yesterday and talked about it. Bonnie agrees with me. She said that she finally knew how to write a script recently. Let's see, she has been a screenwriter for six years. I said me too. I didn't know how to write until two years ago. Think about it. I've been writing for almost ten years. Later, I thought, maybe writing can't be counted by time, maybe it should be counted by words. Well, in the past ten years, I have written blogs, manuscripts and novels, and I have written everything seriously, and I have written millions of words anyway. I am not famous or married, but I can at least say that I can express my thoughts freely now, which I think is my most fulfilling thing.

When I was a child, I was the kind of child that everyone would praise me for being smart, but I remember that every year my teacher gave me comments with the word "pride". In fact, it was because I was smarter than other children that I took so many detours in my later years of growth, which was not easy. It was not until life completely knocked me down that I finally understood this simple truth. For a time, I was depressed and asked myself over and over again, can't I insist on doing anything in my life? Later, I started writing, and I decided to make it my life's work. No matter what others think of my writing and criticize my talent, I just wrote it down. I am Aries, which is said to be a three-minute heat sign. Actually, it's true. I have been a person without perseverance since I was a child. It is easy for others to do this, but it is really difficult for me. I am playful, half-hearted, and not serious. But now, these problems are changing bit by bit, especially insisting on this matter. I think I should do it. Therefore, if writing makes me proud of myself, it is that I have defeated myself. That's all that matters. I think it is awesome. Of course it has nothing to do with others. I just like the feeling that "take your time and you can finally do it".

This weekend, I will broadcast an American reality show "Dancing the World" instead of animation. I watched this program many times last night.

This program is already in its sixth season this year. This video is a group dance of the top 20 American players. These young people, they are not professional actors in famous dance academies and famous dance troupes. Some of them are students, some are fitness instructors and some are street boys. However, I saw their screaming performance on the stage. I saw every dance step, clean and in place. I'm thinking, this is not something that talent can solve. It takes an hour to practice. Do you think only stupid children are diligent? Do you think diligence is just a supplement? You're smarter than anything? You are wrong. Look at these outstanding young people, and you will understand that not all smart and talented children live by being smart. Don't be so conceited. I am a little ashamed to see them. I know I haven't done enough. You do what you have to do, and the rest of the results, where you can go, let God decide. But the question is, did you do it?

I mentioned this one-hour and ten-hour statement on Douban, and someone immediately replied that it was useless without talent. Laugh, I actually knew someone would say this, because I have heard many times of friends who finally gave up writing, and there are other such excuses, for example, I will write later, I don't have time now and so on. Then they gave up. Many years later, I told people that I am also a young man of literature and art, BLABLABLA…… ... I once saw an interview with Teacher Sun Daolin. He said that even if it is just a hobby, you will become an expert as long as you stick to it for ten years. Bonnie said, why are there fewer children making independent films around me than in their time? I said, because many people will think that if I don't win the prize, earn money or get recognition within a year or two, it means that this thing can't support me as a career for a lifetime. I'd rather change careers and play online games in my spare time. I can't even watch what I once loved, not even a hobby.

In addition, sometimes I don't like talking to people who say that my writing is not good, which makes people suspect that I am proud, maybe a little, but not because I feel extremely correct, but because you can see that some people criticize other people's articles all day long, but in fact they do nothing, while I am doing things in a down-to-earth way. So I despise them.

So I think I have to thank my life, those early blows and lessons, let me know where my shortcomings are, and keep writing, let me know that after I decide, I will never ask myself these questions again. There is no end to art and no end to literature. No matter what you want to do, there is only one way to pursue it. Cut the crap, keep doing it and never stop. I think if I don't choose to write, but let me know that only by insisting on doing everything well can I see progress. This is something other than writing, which taught me. It taught me how to do other things, and I can keep doing it until I do it well.

I have never liked the saying that success is genius plus diligence. Because I don't have so many successful attempts. However, I think it is an indisputable fact that changing to Niu B means talent and diligence. You can be super B if you are talented and diligent, super B if you are not talented but diligent, and you will end up in the team of pretending to be B if you are talented but not diligent.

The road is always there, and we should all live with faith and dignity.

Text/Jill

It was an unforgettable memory. If you can make it to the end, you will know that this answer is not Fxxking chicken soup for the soul! It's just an ordinary story of an ordinary person.

At that time, I worked in a foreign company with a salary of 4500 (after tax? Are you kidding? ! Before tax, of course), I share a house with three other people. I share a room with another sister, and there are two men in the other two rooms. I clearly remember that the rent for two of us is 1500, and the rent for the other two is 800 per person (plus how much money you have, we will share the water, electricity and heating costs equally! )。

At that time, the most enviable occupation was not a senior white-collar worker, but a landlord in Beijing (don't spray! Note that not all Beijingers are here. Every quarter, when the time comes, we will drive a small electric car from house to house to collect rent (water and electricity problems, no one can be found), and then get the living expenses for the next three months. They put birds in cages with locusts in their arms and walnuts in their hands. Their serious occupation is gambling on stones and raising pigeons, but they have a house, which is enough.

I was particularly impressed by a female colleague at that time. She was the second generation. We asked her, "Why do you come to work when so many houses have been demolished? Very hard. " She said that I was ruined by the three views: I came to work just to find something to do, and I can't do beauty every day. And so on. Although my salary is very low, I actually have a balance every month except transportation, rent, eating and shopping. During the 2008 Olympic Games, I had my first dog in Beijing. The name is wonderful, too. It's called USD. It happened that the dollar depreciated that year.

I can arrive at the company at 8: 30 every day (I go to work at 9: 00) and I have never been late; Take the 7XX, 300, which is the most blocked place in Beijing, and practice the kung fu of the golden bell and iron cloth shirt every day. Every time I get on the bus in a different way, I will know who can get off at the next stop and who will never get off (I always sit in the old, weak, sick and pregnant seat and get angry! )。

When waiting for a bus in summer, I am often splashed with mud by a speeding car. I always stare at the car and get angry for a while. It was about that time that I learned to curse Beijing. As soon as I got to the ground, my leather sandals rang loudly, and I was particularly embarrassed to walk on the floor tile that my aunt had just polished. In winter, my hands and eyes are red with cold, and I feel nothing on my forehead for half an hour in the company. Sitting on the cold toilet of the company, you can feel the intimate warmth in your ass.

My colleagues and I bring rice every day, although it is only simple dishes, simple ingredients and simple taste. We share food and cooking, and share interesting things and skills (especially skills) in crowded buses and subways. We often talk happily.

On weekends, I will get up early with my donkey friends (4: 05 is a common occurrence), gather at Deshengmen, climb mountains by bus for several hours and run around Beijing for training, and have dinner, drink, brag and talk nonsense together at night. The ideal of life seems to be everyone's favorite topic.

At that time, I never thought about why I came to Beijing and why I wanted to stay in Beijing. As long as the boss simply praises me, I can work hard for several nights in a row When the old employees leave, they will look at me and laugh, staring at the computer idiot, full of satisfaction.

At that time, I felt that I had the best boss and colleagues in the world, and she/they influenced my life. At that time, we were all sincere, willful and shining, but some light was invisible to the naked eye, but we had to look at it with our hearts. In fact, I have never deliberately saved money, but the money is really enough to spend. I am really happy and really simple.

I still remember that the first car I bought in 2009 was a used car (in fact, it should be called a tricycle or a quadruped, because I couldn't tell which owner I was), and a red Kia Maxima, model year 2004. When I took the key from the original owner, I almost cried happily (I really didn't cry), because at that moment I felt magically integrated into the city.

I regard it as my family. Although it is no longer fashionable, there is no shiny car paint and white interior, but it lives quietly in the softest place in my heart. That kind of feeling has never been felt before, even if I change to a new car.

Time is advancing. Five years later, many of my ideas are not as simple as they were then. I seem to see through the world gradually, and I always feel helpless, maybe even more powerless, towards this society.

Now I go to work every day 10, but I still can't wake up. I often use the traffic jam as an excuse to be late (this is really inevitable, dear); I used to fantasize about having my own kitchen, but now I don't have a meal; I once fantasized about having my own car, but at that time I didn't have the fun and persistence of taking the bus and subway on weekends; I have bought a second car and my own house (although it doesn't completely belong to me yet). My monthly salary is several times as high as before, but every month I am stretched, tired and less happy. Some people call it maturity.

Unconsciously wrote a lot, may be memories, may also be some kind of * * * sound. Back to this topic, 5000 yuan is not a standard, nor a boundary. The change of your own needs is the real standard and boundary. Of course, the reference is your greed, laziness and something lost called youth, and you are not afraid of failure at all costs.

Supplement:

Life in Beijing does have a lot of helplessness (especially for those of us who are not from Beijing). We have all been cynical (also called cynicism), lamenting the unfair fate, lamenting that the world is getting worse and worse, then brushing Weibo, soaking in the world, sneezing (a website with political views seems to have been closed after May 4, well, it has been opened), and even trying to pass the ridiculous doomsday of 20 12.

In the noisy past, all dust returns to dust, and soil returns to soil. We still have to pack our bags and go on the road bravely. More importantly, we should be grateful, see even a glimmer of light in the future, and stick to our slightly naive goals.

In short, remember, the road is always there. We should all live with faith and dignity.

People who really want to do it actually don't say anything.

Wen/Xie entertainment

Returning to Nanjing on Saturday night, I saw a group of cyclists in the waiting hall, wearing professional clothes and shoes, carrying the front wheels of bicycles, talking and laughing.

After getting on the high-speed train, I chatted with one of the girls. It turns out that they took a bus from Nanjing to Zhenjiang and then came back by train. This is just a small trip for them at the weekend. They have also been to Shandong, Henan, Zhejiang and Anhui.

I looked at the girl's tanned cheeks and slightly strong thighs and felt envious. I sighed, "Wow, you are amazing, you are so envious." The girl smiled and said, "What's so hard about it? You can, too! "

I said, "I don't have a bike." She pointed to another tall boy and said, "Look at him, David. He also has no money to buy a car. He borrowed someone else's car to ride. " "ah? Is that all right? " She smiled: "Why not! Every time he rides a bike, not everyone will go, so he borrows the cars of those who don't go. A good car is worth thousands of dollars. He is still a college student and he is secretly saving money himself! " "I haven't received professional training, I can't hold on!" "When we set out today, there were twenty people, and several of them went back by car. A dozen people insisted on riding to Zhenjiang, and several others rode back to Nanjing. If they don't feel strong enough, they will take the train. Road traffic is very convenient now. If you can't hold on, you can go back by car. " After hearing what she said, I can't seem to find any excuse anymore.

I suddenly remembered one of my college roommates. One day, she saw a photo in a travel magazine. It was a working photo of a female painter painting portraits of passers-by in a small cafe on the street in Paris. She loved it, cut it out and stuck it on the bed. She tells me every day that she is going to France to be a painter. Of course, we all laughed at her dreams and kept telling her the fact that she knew better than we did: your parents are working-class people, and going abroad will cost a lot of money. Besides, you have no painting foundation at all, and French is difficult to learn. Even if you go to France, you may not be able to stay there. Maybe you'll come back ... she ignored us and signed up for French when we were all busy filming our graduation works.

Once I stayed up with her all night in the library. I wrote a scene in which she was eating a French book. I looked straight until I looked up and saw her opposite: on the left hand side was a big schoolbag, the kind of backpack that high school students would use, and on the right hand side was an electronic dictionary found in the school flea market. There are two or three French books in front of me, and I am muttering and drawing. At that moment, I was moved by her and thought she would succeed.

She came back to my wedding last year and gave me a painting she painted. During the dinner, we came out to blow dry, and her hair became wavy with a long lady cigarette between her fingers. There is nothing about the little girl who eats a dictionary in the sea. She said, "Do you remember when the two of us stayed up all night studying in the library? I think it's really nice that you carefully draw a shot. I almost wavered. I want to stay in the film and television circle in China with you, haha! Fortunately ... "I went on to say," Fortunately, you held on! "

She is a photographer now and occasionally paints portraits in the square. She said that Europe will return to China because of the economic depression. She said she still hasn't learned uvular. She said that you were married and I was still together ... We both cried before we left, and she said that she really wanted to come back. And I know she won't really come back, because if she really wants to come back, she will definitely book a plane ticket, just like when she borrowed money everywhere to sign up for a French class. Her life is different from ours.

We always envy those actors and complain about the boredom of life. Our biggest effort in a day is to think about whether to eat tomato scrambled eggs with rice or fried rice noodles at noon. Ask yourself every night, I am so bored that I can't wait to hit the wall. I must make a determined effort to see what tomorrow is like.

When we say "I want to do what I want to do", we don't really want to, but we want others to look like we are still ambitious. What kind of people really want, always without saying anything, turn around and find someone to borrow a bike to ride away.