Hey, everyone. I am the face of writing stories, and I will tell an original story about family, marriage, life, and growth every day. (You are welcome to tell me your story)
You have stories, I have wine, come on, show
Text: I am plain face
1
I have a pot of thin wine, enough to soothe the wind and dust, and I have a pot of clear tea, enough to laugh at life. I have a basket of feelings that is enough to fill your story. Come on, you who have a story, at this moment, I would like to prepare a thin cup of wine, a light cup of thin tea, and listen to your story.
When reading Da Ice's book, I remembered one of his words: I have a story, do you have wine? Now I want to adapt it: you have the story, I have the wine. Come on, you say I listen.
I want to be an ear-washing listener, I want to be a tree hole, I want to be a patient recorder, with a sincere pen, record a true story from life.
2
The New Year is coming, new wishes are about to be reformulated, I want to write marriage stories in the first person, family stories, and people in the world. After writing more than a dozen stories from life and higher than life, some of them are stuck, fabricated false stories, the foundation is unstable, and the writing is empty, and there is nothing to look at.
So he thought of emulating Pu Songling, who grew up with his father to go south and north, and whenever he had free time, he went to hear the storytellers tell stories; and after listening to a story, he sorted it out. By the time he was sixteen or seventeen years old, he had accumulated hundreds of stories, which led to the initial accumulation of "Chatting with Zai Zhiyi".
In order to collect more stories, he set up a tea table under the tree at the intersection of Manjingzhuang road in the eastern city of Zichuan, Shandong. Whenever a pedestrian passes by, Pu Songling will sit down with the other party and drink tea and rest. Exchange stories for tea. More and more stories were collected, which led to the later "Chatting with Zai Zhiyi".
Everyone has a story in their stomach, resting in their stomachs, for a long time, turning into and urine and excreting out of the body, forgetting everything, is not a pity. Speak out, let the people around you hear, laugh and laugh at funny things, cry and cry about sad things, learn from experience in wrong things, and the more good things the better. Wouldn't that be wonderful.
There is a way that the pleasure of being alone (alone suffering) is not as good as the happiness of all (suffering). Sharing blessings and sharing difficulties is an old saying and a big truth. What is the strength of a person to enjoy happiness and a person to bear sorrow?
3
At the dinner table sat a dozen friends, and a friend who had made a lot of noise in the workplace told a story. It's still far away, but the story is word for word. At this time, I have incarnated as a devout storyteller, borrowing flowers to offer Buddhas and borrowing other people's wine to record my own story.
A university professor who is now running for five years often tells people about his growth experience. Like too many children in life, when the professor was a child, he was also a lord who did not fight for three days and went to the house to reveal the tiles. In school, I often eat the teacher's training eggs, and I have to invite parents at both ends for three days. The family members also mourned their misfortune, were angry with him, did not listen to the bitter education, and did not listen to the addition of sticks and sticks, but instead intensified their efforts and made more troublemakers.
When he was in the second year of junior high school, he became obsessed with the Internet, secretly took the family's money, and went to the Internet café to stay overnight. The family went out in the middle of the night, an Internet café searched for him, and found a violent beating in public, which did not change his habits. The adults, who were so angry that they almost vomited blood, finally made up their minds and threw him out of the house and left him to fend for himself.
Without the warmth of his family, he lives on the streets and does not know where to go. Later, he thought of his uncle, who had loved him very much since he was a child. His uncle had already married a wife in Beijing, started a family, and settled down, so he could run to his uncle. He bought a ticket with what little money he had, found his uncle, who took him in and found a place for him to sleep.
Life at his uncle's house was an experience the professor would never have had. Uncle came to Beijing from other places, life is not familiar, because of the outstanding appearance, by the local indigenous girls to see, recruited as a door-to-door son-in-law, do not have to struggle to buy a house, they also have to rely on their wives and families to live, in the family status ranked below the puppies and kittens, there is no right to speak.
The nephew came to run to him, and although the uncle had the heart, he was powerless to do anything. Take the matter of eating, for example, he came early, and the family had not yet eaten. He came late, and the family had finished eating. He rushed over at dinner, and his aunt took the bowl and asked: Have you eaten?" The uncle could only eat wordlessly next to him. After that, I came to him and secretly gave him a little money to buy food and food.
After staying at his uncle's house for a month, he finally made up his mind to go home, to change his life by his own ability, to be a person, no longer like his current self, no longer relying on people like his current self, not like his uncle who is so aggrieved to live.
As the saying goes, "the prodigal son does not change his head". After experiencing the vicissitudes of the world, he returned home to completely change a person, he was no longer tired of learning, but had a strong interest in learning, changed the previous lazy and playful style, studied without sleeping and forgetting to eat, step by step was admitted to the high school and university graduate doctoral students, and also went abroad to study, and finally returned to Beijing and became a professor at a university.
Friends heard his growth story and asked him, Do you hate your aunt? He shook his head and said firmly: "No hate, on the contrary, I am very grateful to my aunt, my aunt is my benefactor, she taught me a way to be a person, want to eat, rely on their own ability to earn, only call huazi to eat food. Without my aunt's disdain, I wouldn't be where I am today.
If you think about it, if the professor who has been living in his uncle's house is treated kindly by his aunt, he will find a job serving dishes in the restaurant and support himself. If he studied a little and learned a little smarter, he might be able to mix with a chef or a foreman or something, which is naturally a thousand miles away from the level of a university professor who can fly abroad today to give lectures.
Today's professor and his uncle's family get along very well, and his story is also a thing that can be openly discussed in the mouth of his aunt, and there is nothing to hide.
4
Warm water boiled frog story, we have also heard, put a frog into a pot filled with cold water, the frog as usual in the water, and then slowly heat the water in the pot, when the frog found that it could not stand the heat and then wanted to jump out of the water to escape, but it had limbs weakness, and eventually died in hot water.
A comfortable life without pressure is like slowly heating water, which unconsciously paralyzes our thoughts, consumes our will, makes us unconsciously lose our initiative, be satisfied with the comfortable life of the moment, and lose ourselves shamelessly.
A fisherman lying on the beach basking in the sun meets a successful man who drives his own yacht. Successful people exhort fishermen to catch more fish, sell them for money, buy a big fishing boat to catch more fish, and sunbathe like themselves in the future. The fisherman retorted, saying that he was already enjoying life.
When I first read this story, from the fisherman's point of view, I laughed at the stupidity of successful people, struggled all my life, and enjoyed the same sunbathing as a fisherman.
After many years, when I look back on this story, I feel that it is not so. The fisherman may not have stepped out of the sea where he lived in his whole life, and the largest part of the world he has ever seen is this sea. He did not sit on the plane and look down at the magnificence of the sea, he did not have the experience of flying in the sky surrounded by white clouds, he did not blow the wind of another sea abroad, he did not have the opportunity to climb the Great Wall, drill the pyramids, and pass through the Arc de Triomphe.
When he taught his son, he would say: Baby, fishing should be good at catching the direction of the wind. Fish with big bellies should be released.
Dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, and rat sons can punch holes. The fisherman's son is also very good at fishing.
A fisherman is simply happy all his life, and it is a way of living. Ancestors have lived by fishing for generations, and they are all happy, which is a way of living.
Successful people who have gone to heaven, entered the earth, climbed mountains, and seen the world are another way of life, and a lifetime of experience is a lifetime of wealth, and no one can take it away.
What is good or bad is insignificant, what matters is that we have all come to this world, what we have, what we have experienced, what we have thought.
One day, when we leave, we will turn into a gust of wind, never to be seen again, the way back is the same, but the road is different, cold and warm self-knowledge.
I am Plain Face, a big woman who can tell stories, and I don't go the usual way. A pseudo-Japanese woman who gets up at four or five o'clock every day, writes stories, works out, makes fancy breakfasts, raises chickens, raises dogs, raises cats, raises sheep, grows vegetables, farms, and plants flowers and plants. Tell a marriage love story a day, read a hundred books a year, and be able to persevere.