Come on, ordinary people flying against the wind
Wen / Mi Li
When I was in my thirties, I had to admit that there were really geniuses in this world.
In the fifth grade of primary school, a boy came to my class and became my new deskmate. His name was chenmohan. I can’t remember his face for a long time. What is deeply imprinted in his mind is that he has the legendary ability to never forget.
At that time, he could recite all the new texts in the Chinese book completely as long as he read them once and kept silent for a few seconds. After this skill was discovered by the Chinese teacher, he danced happily and asked him to perform at the teaching principal as soon as class was over. When he came back, Chen Mohan’s face flushed slightly and he gasped in a rough voice. He was too nervous to look up. I quietly sent him a note of congratulations, but he was so scared that he held it in his hand that he dared not open it.
However, Mo Han’s performance is not so good as to be astonishing. He has captured all those who need memory, but he is not outstanding in logical thinking. At the beginning of the junior high school, our school recommended the best students. He was assigned to a not too top-notch middle school, and then there was no news about him. Later, it was said with regret that Mo Han had disappeared from the crowd.
The second genius was my high school classmate Weiwei, who was less than 1.6 meters. She was so thin that she never seemed to have much strength. She never takes part in sports and does not work out. The first PE class in senior one, 800 meters. The PE teacher said that it was OK to run for seven or eight times. With a whistle, Weiwei ran out like a runaway pony. The speed was so fast that the whole audience was surrounded.
When she ran to the second lap, we had just passed 200 meters. Finally, Weiwei ran the whole course in 2 minutes and 30 seconds. It was said that she was almost at the level of an athlete. And we girls are still howling and working hard for the pass line of 3 minutes and 50 seconds.
Later, Weiwei and I became good friends. I was very curious about how her little body had such amazing energy. I also tried to find out if there were any adventures in her growth.
At that time, my mind was much more mature than when I was a child, and I would not easily take the opportunity to study genius. However, Weiwei’s diet is even less than that of ordinary people. Apart from eating shrimp without spitting, she is so ordinary that she can’t be more ordinary.
Finally, Weiwei did not choose to be an athlete. I heard that later she went to work as an accountant in a large enterprise. Now the most beautiful time is the group’s annual spring sports meeting. For ten years, she represented the finance office and won the first place in all kinds of running events.
I often wonder why God is so unfair. It seems that geniuses are always others and ordinary people are always themselves. I also love music and want to sing a moving melody, but I can never hear the scale; The 800 meter physical test of the high school entrance examination is an unbearable weight in my life. I have been running with sandbags for three months, and I have just reached the pass line. The memory is also so so, not to mention never forget, but the ability of instant memory is strong. I remember when I took the modern literature test in college, I missed Yu Dafu’s writing style. Three minutes before the test, I made up five pages of notes. The last big question was actually this. I talked a lot and finally became the highest score in our class.
In this way, God is not bad for me. Although there is no technical pressure on me, there is nothing particularly bad. The brain is not too stupid, the action is also agile, growing up without wind and waves, ordinary but also stable.
I know that most people in the world, like me, have envied a shining idol around them and been surprised by a talented classmate in their class. Then they rub their clothes in the envy of everyone and gradually dim their eyes.
People will meet thousands of people in their life, but I have only met twoorthree geniuses. I have seen more ordinary people who have no amazing talent but hard-working. They fly against the wind and work harder than anyone else. Compared with those awesome people who are crazy to pull cool when they appear on the stage, I appreciate those ordinary people who work hard to stick to the end.
We all have no secret script for customs clearance, so we can feel at ease and grow up in the field after repeated battles and defeats. Without some easy gains and natural success, life will not be like this.
I remember once when I went to see a small painting exhibition of a young painter, she stood at the door laughing like a flower talking with everyone. A reporter like person praised her paintings for their vivid, profound and unique charm. She herself was a rare talented painter. The young painter smiled. She said: a talented painter? When I was a child painting, I was often punished by my teacher for standing, because my qualifications were mediocre and I always missed the point. Later, my deskmate began to ridicule me, isolate me, and let the children in the studio give me nicknames. At that time, I complained to God, why can’t you give me more talent.
Later, people were fascinated and anxious to know where the painter’s fate turned.
She narrowed her eyes and said, then I told myself, practice hard day by day, and diligence can make up for weakness. Later, just like reading a book, reading it a hundred times will reveal its meaning. After hard training day and night, I finally entered the palace of painting. The more I painted, the more comfortable and confident I became. Finally, I successfully held a painting exhibition. Talent is indeed very important, but it can only help us succeed more easily, and it is not an unimpeded direct path to life.
Talent is like New Year’s gifts held in the hands of others on the road. They are exquisitely packaged and delicate, but you just don’t get them. Instead of being disappointed and resentful, it is better to accept it frankly, be an ordinary person plainly, work hard in a down-to-earth manner, struggle for granted, and accept all the commonness given us by destiny without relying on chance or luck. We should rely on ourselves for a beautiful counterattack.
What can really move us? It’s not the mysterious smile on the corner of the genius’s mouth, but the sweat and tears on your face, yet you still bite your teeth and run hard.
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