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① Paradise for stupid people (1981.01)

Ai Singer

At some time, somewhere, there was a rich man named Kadish. He has one son named Atese. A distant relative orphan in Kadish's family, named Alexa. Atse is a tall boy with dark hair and dark eyes. Alexa has blue eyes and golden hair, and the two are about the same age. When I was a child, I ate together, read together, and played together. It is a matter for the two to get married when they grow up.

But when they grew up, Atse suddenly became ill. That was a disease that no one had ever heard of: Atesel thought he was dead.

Why did he have this idea? It seems that he once had an old nanny who often told stories about heaven. She once told him that there was neither work nor study in heaven. In heaven, you eat bison meat and whale meat; you drink wine prepared by God for the good people; you can sleep until very late and then get up. And there is no duty.

Atse is born lazy. He is afraid of getting up early and studying. He knew that one day he would take over his father's business and he didn't want to.

Since death is the only way to heaven, he is determined to die sooner, the better. He kept thinking, and soon he thought he was really dead.

His parents are of course very worried. Alexa cried in secret. The family tried their best to convince Atse that he was still alive, but he did not believe it. He said, "Why don't you bury me? You know I'm dead. Because of you, I won't get heaven."

Many doctors were invited to examine Atse, all trying to convince the child that he was alive. They pointed out that he was talking and eating. But soon he ate less and spoke very little. The family was worried that he would die.

In despair, Kadish went to visit a great expert, famous for his erudition and wisdom, whose name was Dr. Youz. After hearing Atse's condition, he said to Kadish, "I promised to cure your son's illness within 8 days, but there is a condition. You must do what I ordered, no matter how strange it is."

Kadish agreed, and Yuz said he would go to see Atse that day. Kadish went home to tell his wife, Aksa and his servants that he would follow the doctor's instructions and not be suspicious.

Doctor Youz arrived and was led into Atse's house. The child slept in bed and became thin and pale due to fasting.

The doctor saw Atse and shouted, "Why did you park the dead in the house? Why didn't you have funeral?"

After hearing these words, his parents were so scared. But a smile appeared on Atse's face, and he said, "Look, I'm right."

Although the Cardisch and his wife were confused after hearing the doctor's words, they remembered Cardisch's promise and immediately prepared for the funeral.

Doctor asks to prepare a room like heaven. White satin is hung on the wall, blinds are closed, curtains are tight, and candles are lit day and night. The servant wore a white robe, put on his back, and acted in an angel shape.

Atsay was put into an open coffin, and a funeral was held. Artesai was so happy that he was exhausted and fell asleep. When he woke up, he found himself in a house he didn't know. "Where am I?" he asked.

"In heaven, sir," replied a servant with wings.

"I'm so hungry," said Atse, "I want to eat some whale meat and drink some holy wine."

The servant of the foreman clapped his hands, and a group of male and female servants came in, all with wings on their backs, golden plates of hand sticks, fish and meat on them, pomegranates and persimmons, pineapples and peaches, and a tall servant with white beard holding a golden cup filled with wine.

Atse had a crazy meal. After eating, he said he wanted to rest. Two angels took him off, bathed him, and carried him to the bed, which contained silk sheets and purple velvet tent covers. Atse immediately fell asleep happily.

When he woke up, it was already morning, but it was no different from the night. The blinds are closed and the candles are burning. When the servants saw him awake, they sent him the same food as yesterday.

Atse asked: "Do you don't have milk, coffee, fresh bread and butter?"

"No, sir. Always eat the same food in heaven." The servant replied.

"Is this day or night?" Atese asked.

"It doesn't matter day and night in heaven."

Atse ate fish, meat, fruit, and drank wine, but his appetite was not as good as last time. After eating, he asked, "When is it?"

"Time does not exist in heaven," the servant replied.

"What am I doing now?" Atese asked.

"Sir, in heaven, you don't have to do anything."

"Where are the other saints?" Atse asked.

"In heaven, every family has its own place to live."

"Can you visit?"

"In heaven, there is a long distance between each other and there is no way to visit. It takes thousands of years to travel from one place to another."

"When will my family come?" Atse asked.

"Your father can live another twenty years, and your mother can live another thirty years. They can't come here if they live."

"Where is Alexa?"

"She has fifty years to live."

"I'm going to be lonely for so long?"

"Yes, sir."

Atese shook his head and thought for a while. Then he asked, "What is Alexa going to do now?"

"She is mourning you at the moment. But sooner or later she will forget you, meet another young man, get married. This is how living people look."

Artesay stood up and started pacing back and forth. This is the first time in a long time, I want to do something, but there is nothing to do in heaven. He missed his father, missed his mother, longed for Alexa; he wanted to study something; he dreamed of traveling, he rode his horse; he wanted to chat with friends.

Finally he could not hide his sorrow. He said to a servant, "I understand now that living is not as bad as I think."

"Sir, living is hard, you have to study, work, and manage your career. Everything is easy here."

"Instead of sitting here, I would rather chop wood and move stones. How long will this situation last?"

"Never end."

"Never expect to be here?" Atse was so anxious that he grabbed his hair randomly. , "I would rather commit suicide."

"Diet people cannot commit suicide."

On the eighth day, Atesai was extremely desperate. A servant said to him in advance, "Sir, it turned out that he was wrong. You are not dead. You must leave heaven."

"Am I still alive?"

"Yes, you are alive, I will take you to rest assured."

Atesai likes it so much that he forgets it. The servant blindfolded his eyes and walked back and forth several times on the promenade of the house, then took him to the room where his family was waiting, opening his eyes-covered cloth.

is the clear weather, and the sun shines into the open windows. In the garden outside, birds sing and bees buzz.

He was so happy that he kissed his parents and Alexa.

He said to Alexa, "Do you still love me?"

"Yes, I love you, Atese. I can't forget you."

"As a matter of course, we should get married."

Soon, the wedding was held. Dr. Youz is the guest of honor. Musicians play music, and guests come from afar, bringing exquisite gifts to the bride and groom. Celebrate seven days and seven nights.

Atse and Alexa are extremely happy and live together. Atse is no longer lazy and becomes the most diligent "businessman in the local area.

Atsay discovered after the wedding that Dr. Yuz treated him. It turned out that he had lived in a paradise for stupid people. Later, he and Al-Aqsa often told their descendants about Dr. Youz's magical treatment, and ended with a sentence like this: "Of course no one knows what heaven looks like."

②If life deceives you (1981.04)

Pushkin (Russia)

If life deceives you,

Don't be sad, don't be impatient!

You need to calm down in melancholy days:

Believe it! Happy days will come.

The heart always yearns for the future;

is often depressed now:

Everything is in a flash,

Everything will pass;

And what has passed;

will become a kind nostalgic memory.

③If you can live for a lifetime (1982.01)

Erma Bombeck

A humorous writer answered the most difficult question. Someone asked me a few days ago, if I could live a life from scratch, what would I want to change?

has no, I replied, but I then thought: If I live from scratch for the rest of my life, I will talk less and listen more. I will invite my friends to have dinner at home, even if the carpet has stains and the sofa has faded. I will listen leisurely to my grandfather’s memories of everything he had when he was young.

I will never insist on closing the car windows in the summer, just to make my hair done and have just sprayed hair spray.

I will finish lighting the pink candle carved into a rose without letting it melt slowly by itself.

I will sit on the grass like a child without fear of the grass staining my clothes. I will cry less when watching TV, and cry more when observing life. I will share more of my husband's responsibilities.

I will lie in bed if I am sick, and I will not have to do anything. I will buy anything, no longer just because it is suitable for use, dirt resistance, and guarantees that it will never break for life.

9, I no longer wish to give birth early, but I hope to understand the growth in my body at all times. This is my only opportunity to help God create miracles.

When the child kisses me hard, I will never say: "Slow down, wash your hands first and have a good meal."

I will say more I love you... I'm sorry... But if I can live for the rest of my life, I will seize every minute... I look carefully, see it sincerely... and experience life deeply, and never give up.

④Mother’s bill (1983.10)

Naili

Little Peter is the son of a businessman. Sometimes he had to go to the store where his father did business. There are some payment and payment bills to handle every day in the store. Peter was often sent to send these bills to the post office for mailing them. He gradually felt that he had become a small businessman.

Once, he suddenly came up with an idea: also issue a payment bill to send it to his mother, asking for his reward for helping his mother with something every day.

One day, my mother found a bill next to her meal plate, which said:

The mother owed her son Peter the following money:

to retrieve daily necessities 20 Finney

to send the letter to the post office 10 Finney

to help adults work in the garden 20 Finney

for him to be a good and obedient child 10 Finney

Total: 60 Finney

Peter's mother accepted the bill and looked it carefully, but she said nothing.

On the evening, Peter little found the 60 Finney reward he asked for next to his plate. Just as Peter got his wish and wanted to take the money into his pocket, he suddenly found that there was a bill for him next to the plate. He expanded the bill and read it:

Peter owed his mother the following money:

for the ten years of happy life she lived in her house 0 Finney

for his food and drink in ten years 0 Finney

for the care when he was sick 0 Finney

for him who had always had a loving mother 0 Finney

Total: O Finney

Little Peter was reading and felt extremely ashamed! After a while, he tiptoed to his mother with a pounding heart, hid his little face in his mother's arms, and carefully stuffed the 60 Finny into her apron pocket.

⑤ A person can only do one thing in his life

Zhou Tao (1989.07)

"A person can only do one thing in his life." Who said this sentence that is not true but not famous even though it is not true?

is me.

One day I chatted with several customers and talked about many writers who had abandoned their pens and went to a business that could make money. They said, what about you? What do you think?

I answered this sentence.

Yes, everyone has their own ambitions, and a person can only do one thing in his life. A writer who abandoned his pen may be enviable, but I think it is worthy of pity, because he has admitted that he has no strength to complete literature in his life.

A person who gave up his original intention is free to choose in the vast world, in the daily changes and movements, but his heart may be messy. Of course, there are some people who did not have their original intention when they came to the world, but just wanted to join in the fun. Now that the fun is over, it is time to go to another place to join in the new fun. Society will never be lively in one place.

People like this have no intention of doing anything well in their entire lives, but just want to benefit from everything that can make him excited, and don’t want to contribute at all.

It all happened after literature lost its sensation. Losing the sensation, it is no longer the focus of social excitement. Therefore, people who are keen to talk about "Hundred Years of Solitude" cannot bear even if they only have ten years of loneliness. The situation is hopeless, and it is really "nowhere to talk about desolation."

However, what is left is not eliminated. It is similar to the situation that General Manager Zhu and General Manager Chen led the team after the Nanchang Uprising. Those tenacious, true writers who keep their careers and ambitions and keep their original intentions are as clear as the calm Xuefeng. They watch the snow waters leave in spring without feeling sad or lonely. On the contrary, they feel relaxed and happy.

Snow Water has its own place to go. But the snow peaks will not be "poor snow" because of this.

There is a snow peak called Bogda located not far from me, and I like to stare at it from afar. It is blue, a hard and textured blue. This unique blue distinguishes it from the blue of the sky, allowing my naked eyes to see the outline of its towering high above the proud shore of the sky. In the hot and strong splash of sunlight, it evaporates power and light, silently breathing slowly, like an omniscient god.

If you have a peaceful mind, stare at it for a long time. Maybe you will hear its voice and understand its words! "The noisy trend is over, and the time to advocate creation has come."

This voice echoed in my heart for a long time and spread deeply, and kept seeping into my blood and bone marrow. I am moved and grateful.

I said to myself, "My God, you have seen through me."

For more than a year, everything I have done is actually preparing for doing one thing, so all those things are not counting.

I have also been disturbed and have questions. At this time, I came to an empty place and stared at the Bogda God alone. It seems to heal my soul because I trust it. Gradually I calmed down, and under the stern and lofty gaze, I reflected on myself, and the turmoil of material desires would subside.

I think, Bogda, how many things have you done in your life? You seem to have done nothing, not even moved a single step, and all you have done in your life is to stand and never collapse.

You look down at people, watching people fight coldly, birth, old age, sickness and death; the interests of one generation of people are buried in the soil with their bodies, and the next generation starts the old trick again. They are busy and worried all their lives, and seem to have something to do forever. When they die, when they are completely resting, they think that they have done nothing? ? ——The sound of the flute sounds, and time has come.

So people always think, "It would be great if I could work again..." If I work again, what are you willing to do: "Do literature!" I said, "If I had this talent."

What if the heavens don't give me literary talent? "Then I have to... be a Chinese citizen with a clear conscience."

⑥ A bowl of clear soup soba noodles (1989.11)

(Japan) Reimu Lifu

1

For noodle restaurants, the most prosperous day for business is New Year's Eve.

Beihaiting always gets busy from early in the morning on this day.However, the streets are bustling and bustling at 12 o'clock in the evening, and when New Year's Eve, people hurried home, so when it comes to around 10 o'clock in the evening, there are suddenly fewer diners in Beihaiting.

When the last few customers walked out of the store and were about to close, the door made another weak "squeak", and then a woman with two children came in. Both are boys, one is 6 years old and the other is 10 years old. The children were wearing brand new, complete sets of sportswear, while the women were wearing plaid skirts that were not in season.

"Welcome!" The female shopkeeper hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

The woman said stutteringly, "That...the clear soup soba noodles...Is it OK?"

The two children hiding behind the mother were also worried that they would be rejected, and looked at the female shopkeeper timidly.

"Oh, please, please sit in there." The female shopkeeper was busy getting the mother and son to the second table that was heated, and shouting loudly to the back of the counter, "A bowl of clear soba noodles--!" The head of the family looked at the mother and son, and quickly responded, "Okay, a bowl of clear soba noodles---!" After he threw a handful of noodles into the soup pot, he added half an extra handful of noodles. Cook it and serve it in a large bowl and let the female shopkeeper serve it to the table.

So the mother and son almost met their heads and started eating around a bowl of noodles. The "hissing" sound of eating accompanied by the conversation between the mother and son, and it was occasionally transmitted inside and outside the counter.

"Mom, it's so delicious!" said the two brothers.

"Well, it's delicious, eat it quickly." Mom said.

It takes less time to eat up a bowl of noodles. When the woman paid for the meal, she bowed her head and said, "I am very satisfied with the food." At this time, the family and the female shopkeeper replied almost in unison, "Thank you for coming, I wish you a happy New Year!" The Beihaiting, which ushered in the new year, is still like in previous years, passing the days in a busy manner, and it is the New Year's Eve again.

The couple was very busy again that day. Just after 10 o'clock and was about to close, they suddenly heard a slight "squeaking" sound of the door opening. A woman who led two boys gently into the store.

The female shopkeeper recalled the last guest on New Year's Eve a year ago from her unseasonal plaid old skirt.

"That...the clear soup noodles...Is it OK?"

"Please, please, please here." The female shopkeeper, like last year, gave the mother and son to the second table and shouted, "A bowl of clear soup soba noodles--!"

On the table, the three mothers and sons were talking quietly while eating noodles, clearly spreading to the inside and outside the counter.

"It's so delicious!"

"We have eaten Beihaiting's clear soup noodles again this year."

"I hope I can eat this noodles next year."

After eating, the woman paid, and the female shopkeeper also said goodbye to the mother and son in clichés that she had said hundreds of times a day: "Thank you for coming, I wish you a happy new year!"

In the prosperous business, the annual New Year's Eve was ushered in again. Although the head of Beihaiting and the female shopkeeper did not say anything, they were both restless after 9 o'clock and listened to the sounds outside the door from time to time.

On the second table, half an hour ago, the female shopkeeper had already set up a sign of "Appointment Seat".

finally reached 10 o'clock, as if he had been waiting outside the door for the last customer to leave before entering the store. The mother and son came in quietly.

The older brother was wearing a middle school uniform, while the younger brother was wearing a large plaid sweatshirt worn by his brother last year. The two brothers have grown much taller this year and can't recognize them, while their mother is still in the faded plaid dress.

"Welcome!" The female shopkeeper greeted her with a smile on her face.

"That...the clear soup noodles...requires two...can it be?"

"Hey. Please, please, ha, please, please!" The female shopkeeper asked them to sit next to the second table as usual, and hid the "Appointment Seat" card behind his back as if nothing had happened, and shouted at the back of the counter: "Noodles, two bowls--!"

"Okay, two bowls of noodles---!"

But the head of the family threw three noodles into the soup pot.

So, the gentle words of the mother and son spread in the air again.

"Xin'er, Chun'er... Today my mother wants to thank you two brothers."

"Thank you?...What's going on?"

"The traffic accident caused by your father caused 8 people to be injured, and our entire insurance is not enough to compensate. Therefore, over the years, I have to save some money every month to help the injured family."

"Oh, is that right, mom?"

"Well, that's right, mom?"

"Well, that's right, mom?"

"Well, that's right, mom?"

"Well, that's right, mom?"

"Well, that's right, Xin'er is a deliveryman, Chun'er has to buy things and prepare dinner again, so that mom can go out to work with confidence. Because mom has been working hard, today from The company received a special allowance, and we finally paid off all the money we owed. "

"Mom, brother, it's great! Don't worry, in the future, dinner will still be covered with me."

"I will continue to be an amateur radio deliveryman! Xiaochun, where are we going to do it!"

"Thank you...Mom, thank you very much."...

That day, the three mothers and sons said a lot in a meal, and the brother was able to "confession":

How did he worry about his mother taking leave and losing work, and he went to attend the parent symposium of his younger brother's school on behalf of his mother. At the meeting, he listened to Xiaochun reading his composition "A Bowl of Soup Soup". This essay that once represented Hokkaido in the "National Primary School Student Composition Competition" said that the father left a large debt after his death in a traffic accident; how mother got up early and worked hard to work late; how brother was a newspaper deliveryman; the mother and son ate a bowl of clear soup noodles on New Year's Eve, and how delicious the noodles were; the uncles and aunts in the noodle restaurant thanked them every time, and wished them a happy New Year. ………

Xiaochun’s enthusiasm for reading aloud seemed to be saying: We will not be discouraged, we will not admit defeat, and we will stick to the end! In the composition, my younger brother also said that when he grew up, he would open a noodle shop and shout to the customers: "Come on, what are you doing, I wish you happiness..."

The head and female shopkeeper who was standing at the counter just now and listened to the family quietly disappeared. It turned out that the couple was hiding behind the counter. They were pulling a towel, as if they were pulling one end of the tug-of-war competition, and were desperately wiping the tears on their faces. ...

3

Another year has passed.

On the second table near the heating of the Beihai Pavilion Noodle Restaurant, the "Appointment Seat" sign was put on after 9 o'clock. The boss and the boss's wife waited, but there was no sign of the mother and son. After a year of turning, another year of turning, the mother and son never appeared again.

Beihaiting's business is getting more and more prosperous. The store has been renovated and the tables and chairs have been updated. However, the second table with heating is still there intact.

Time flies, and the couple’s noodle restaurant Beihai Pavilion has ushered in another New Year’s Eve while constantly welcoming and seeing off diners.

Two young men in suits wearing coats on their arms walked into the Beihai Pavilion Noodle Restaurant, looking at the full and lively store, and sighed subconsciously.

"It's really a coincidence that they are all full..."

female shopkeeper apologized and quickly explained.

At this time, a woman in a kimono walked in with her head deep down and stood among the two young people.

The customers in the store suddenly calmed down and looked at these unusual guests. I heard the woman say softly, "That... the clear soup noodles are three servings, is it OK?"

When I heard this, the female shopkeeper suddenly remembered the past that seemed to be a different life - the scene where the three of them ate a bowl of noodles on New Year's Eve that year.

"We are the mother and son who ate a bowl of clear noodle soup on New Year's Eve 14 years ago." The woman said, "At that time, with the inspiration of a bowl of clear noodle soup in the restaurant, the mother and son worked together to live."

At this time, the young man who looked like his brother continued to introduce: "After that we moved back to Shiga Prefecture, where my grandmother lives. This year I have passed the National Physician Examination and are now a doctor at Kyoto Medical University Hospital. Next year, I will transfer to Sapporo General Hospital. The reason I want to go back to Sapporo is to pay tribute to the hospital that rescued my father and treated the people who were injured by my father; and to visit my father's grave and report to him how we struggled.I discussed with my younger brother who worked at Kyoto Bank without opening a noodle shop. We made the most luxurious plan in our life. On New Year's Eve this year, we accompanied our mother to visit Kitakai Ting in Sapporo and had three servings of clear soup noodles. "

The head of the family and female shopkeeper who had been quietly listening to the conversation, tears flowed down.

" Welcome, welcome,...hehe, please hurry up. Hello, the head of the house, why are you still standing there? ! Table No. 2, three bowls of clear soup soba noodles--! "

The head of the family wiped away the tears and replied happily: "Okay, three bowls of soba noodles with clear soup——! "

⑦ Watch

Grandma's gift is great. You can't guess last night, after I came back from school, the postman came. He brought me a package with a gift from my grandmother. This gift is amazing. You can't guess: it's a watch! It's great! Children are greedy again.

Dad hasn't come home yet, because he's going to have dinner at work tonight. Mom taught me to skeleton the watch and put it on my wrist. Fortunately, I have learned to look at the hour this year, unlike when I was young last year. If it's still like last year, I'd always ask others: "What time is my watch? "That's too troublesome.

My watch is so fun. The long needle runs the fastest. There are two needles that need to be carefully watched for a long time before they can move. I asked my mother what the use of long needles was. My mother said that when cooking eggs, long needles are useful. It can tell us if the eggs are cooked.

7:32, my mother and I were eating around the table. What a pity. There were no boiled eggs today. I looked at my watch while eating. My mother said the soup was going to cool and told me to eat it quickly. The needle only turned a little more than two rounds, and I drank all the soup. At 7:51, my mother brought the leftover cake at noon. At 7:58, we finished eating. My mother asked me to play for a while, and I put my ear on the watch and listened to the ticking sound inside. At 8:15, my mother asked me to go to bed.

I am so happy, almost as happy as when I gave me a pen last time. That time I got ink everywhere. I wanted to sleep with a watch, but my mother said it was not good for the watch. I put the watch on the bedside table so that I could see it as soon as I turned over. At 8:38, my mother turned off the light.

Hey, it's so strange! The numbers and pointers on my watch shine at night! Now, if I were me I don’t need to turn on the light if I want to cook eggs. I can’t sleep, so I keep looking at my watch. Later, I heard the door open: Dad is back. I am so happy because I can show him the gifts my grandmother gave me. I got out of bed, put on the watch, and ran out of the room.

I saw Dad standing on tiptoe up the stairs. "Dad," I said loudly, "Look at how beautiful the gift my grandmother gave me! "Dad was shocked and almost fell down the stairs. "Shh, Nicholas," he said to me, "Shh, you're going to wake up mom! "The lights were on, and my mother walked out of the room, "His mother is awake! "Mom said to her father, she didn't look very happy. She asked her father what she had eaten for so long. "Ah, come on," said Dad, "It's not too late. "

" is now 11:58. "I am very proud because I like to help my parents.

" Your mother is really good at giving things. "Dad said to mom.

" When has it been? I'm still talking about my mother, let alone the child is still here. "My mother said unhappy, and then asked me to go to bed and have a good sleep.

I went back to my house and heard my father and mother talk for a while. At 12:14, I started to sleep.

5:7, I woke up. It was dawn. It was a pity that the words on my watch were not so bright. I didn't have to get up in a hurry, and I won't go to class today. But I thought, I might be able to help my father: Dad said his boss always blamed him for being late to work. I waited for a while, and at 5:12, I walked into my father and mother's room and shouted loudly: "Dad, it's dawn! You're going to be late again at work! "Dad was shocked again, but it was much more insurance here than on the stairs because you couldn't fall down on the bed.But, my father was so angry that he was like he really fell down. Mom woke up all of a sudden.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" asked my mother.

"It's that watch again," said Dad, "It seems dawn."

"Yes," I said, "It's 5:15 now, and it's about to reach 16."

"How well," said Mom, "Go back to bed, we're awake now."

I went back to bed. However, they still did not move. I went there three times in a row at 5:47, 6:18 and 7:2, and my father and mother finally got up.

We sat at the table for breakfast. Dad shouted to mom, "Hurry, my dear, if I don't come again, I'll be late. I've been waiting for 5 minutes."

"It's 8 minutes." I said.

Mom is here, and I don’t know why I look at me directly. She spilled it onto the tablecloth as she poured coffee into the cup, and her hands shivered. Mom, don't get sick.

"I'll come back for lunch earlier today," said Dad, "Go and order Mao."

I asked my mom what "order Mao" means. My mother asked me to avoid this and go out to play. The first time I felt like I wanted to go to school, I wanted the children to see my watch.

In school, only Jeffrey brought a watch once. The watch is his father's, it is big, with a lid and a chain, so fun. However, it seems that he is not allowed to take it at home, and this guy is causing trouble. Since then, I have never seen a big watch again. Jeffrey told us that he had a beaten blow on his ass and almost never saw us again.

I went to find Alcester, his house is not far from my house. This guy is a fat guy, maybe he ate it. I know he gets up very early because he has to eat breakfast for a long time.

"Alcester!" I stood at the gate of his house and shouted, "Alcester! I have something good for you!"

"Alcester came out, holding bread in my hand, and biting one in my mouth.

"I have a watch! "After saying that, I raised my arm to the bread in his mouth. Alcester glanced at it, swallowed again, and said, "What's so great about it." "

" My watch is very accurate, it has a needle specially used to boil eggs. Moreover, it can shine at night. "I told Alcester.

" What is the inside of the table? "Arsest asked.

" I forgot to read this. "

" Wait for me for a while. "Arsest said and ran into the house. When he came out, he took another bread and a pencil sharpener.

"Give me your watch," Alsest said to me, "I opened it with a pencil sharpener. I know how to drive it, I have already driven my dad's watch. "

I handed the watch to Alcester, and he started to use a pencil sharpener. I was really afraid that he would break my watch, so I said to him, "Give me the watch." "

But Alcester refused. He stuck his tongue out and wanted to open the watch. I went up and wanted to grab the watch back. The knife slipped and hit Alcester's finger. Alcester screamed and the watch turned on and then fell to the ground again. It was exactly 9:10. When I got home crying, it was still 9:10, and the watch stopped leaving. Mom hugged me and said dad would find a way.

When Dad came home for lunch, mom gave him the watch. Dad twisted the button. He looked at his mother, looked at the watch, and looked at me again, and said to me: "Listen, Nicholas, this watch cannot be repaired, but you can still use it to play with it. This is better, and you no longer have to worry about it. It is always as beautiful as your little arm. "

He looks very happy, and his mother is so happy, so I am just as happy.

Now, my watch is always 4 o'clock: this time is the best time to eat chocolate sandwich bread. At night, the words on the watch can still shine.

Grandma's gift is really amazing.

⑧ Take off the hat from the Chinese (1992.12)

Zhong Lis

Remember that it was December, and I entered the Twelve University of Paris.

We have a conversation class every week, which lasted two and a half hours.In class, everyone must ask or answer questions, whether big or small, serious or relaxed, and there are all kinds of things.

Before entering the school, a former editor of the Yunnan Provincial Monthly Journal of Dianchi introduced me to a professor who was taking a dialogue class: "He has a big beard and is famous for his rigorous teaching. Sometimes, he also asks questions, and the questions are very tricky and weird. In short, be careful, he almost lets all students learn what it means to be 'embarrassing' from his class..."

I am a transfer student. When I entered the school, I had been in class for more than two months. When I was in my first conversation class, the professor asked a question famously: "As a reporter, please summarize how you work in China?" I said: "In summary, I write what I am willing to write."

I heard someone in the class laughing.

Professor bent his index finger and pointed his boundless glasses: "I think you will give me this honor: Let me understand how your chief works."

I said: "In summary, my chief sent what he is willing to send."

The whole class laughed "coaxed". The Abdul from the Kingdom of Sultan gave me a thumbs up.

Professor inserted both hands into his pants pockets, straightened his chest and asked, "Can I know which China you are from?" The class immediately became unhappy. I slowly said to my professor: "Sir, I didn't hear your question clearly."

He clearly said word by word and repeated it again. I looked at his face. Most of that face was hidden under thick hair. I told Zhang Zheng that I was unfamiliar with the French expression and did not understand what kind of explanation could be explained by the saying "which China". "So," said the professor, "I want to know: are you from Taiwan China or Beijing China?" The snowflakes floated silently outside the window. In this classroom with floor-to-ceiling glass on three walls, I clearly felt the sudden frozen silence. Dozens of pairs of eyes, blue, green, brown and gray, stared at the three of them wide and looked back and forth, looking at the professor, look at me, look at the Taiwanese classmate opposite me.

"There is only one China. Professor. This is common sense." I said. Immediately, the professor and the whole class turned their faces to see the Taiwanese. The compatriot with dark eyes, black hair and yellow skin looked at me, and without blinking his eyelids, he said slowly coldly: "There is only one China, Mr. Professor. This is common sense." As soon as he finished speaking, a cracking sound of loose chairs sounded in the classroom.

Professor looked at me and handed me another sentence: "Have you traveled all over China?" "Except Taiwan Province, sir."

"Why don't you go to Taiwan?" "The government does not allow it, sir."

"So," the professor put his butt aside on the podium and rubbed his hands to look at me. "Who do you think should be the main responsibility for the Taiwan issue?" "It should be our father, Mr. Professor. They were still young at that time!" There was laughter in the classroom again.

Professor

, but he never let me go: "In your opinion, how should Taiwan issue be solved? Now?" "Mr. Professor, there is an old Chinese saying, "One person does things and one person does it. Our fathers are still alive!" I said, and smiled at him, "I don't have the power to deprive my fathers of their qualification to solve the problems they have caused themselves."

I was surprised to find that the professor in my dialogue class was very quick-thinking. He didn't smile, but naturally took it. My words: "I think you will not deny that Mr. Deng Xiaoping should be your father. Do you know how he wants to solve the Taiwan issue?"

"I think, the Taiwan issue is not the most important thing that is placed on Mr. Deng Xiaoping's desktop now." Professor

's thick eyebrows spread out like a flag and raised: "What is the most important problem? On Mr. Deng Xiaoping's desktop?" "In my opinion, how to make China prosperous and strong as soon as possible is what he urgently needs to consider."

Professor moved his butt to the podium, changed to a more comfortable position, and sat down, and continued to pursue me: "I am really willing to ask: What is the standard for China's prosperity and strength? There are more than 20 students from countries sitting here, and I think everyone is interested in figuring this out. "

I suddenly felt a lot of emotion, and I felt so angry that my teeth were itchy. I poked the tricky and weird professor with my eyes, stood up and said to him, word by word: "The minimum is: Any compatriot who has left the country will not suffer such difficulties as I have to bear today. "

Professor suddenly walked towards me from the podium, and I realized that his eyes were bright and his smile was bright. He put a palm on my shoulder and said softly: "I have no intention of making things difficult for you at all. I just want to know how an ordinary Chinese view their own country. "Then, he walked to the center of the classroom in two steps and announced loudly: "I take off my hat and pay tribute to the Chinese. get out of class ended. "

left the classroom, and my Taiwanese compatriots walked side by side with me. After a while, the two looked at each other and said, "Can you have a cup of coffee together? "

⑨ Summer Camp (1993.11)

Sun Yunxiao

In August 1992, 77 Japanese children came to Inner Mongolia and held a grassland adventure summer camp with 30 Chinese children.

A Chinese children returned to the base camp to sleep when they were sick, and the Japanese children walked to the end when they were sick.

On the Ulanqab League grassland where the heroes and sisters Long Mei and Yurong were grazed that year, the children of China and Japan were grazed by the heroes and sisters Long Mei and Yurong. Everyone carries 20 kilograms and is moving forward in a hurry. Their age is between 11 and 16 years old. According to the command requirements, it is necessary to walk at least 50 kilometers, and if the Japanese plan is based on the Japanese, they should walk 100 kilometers!

It is a coincidence that when Chinese children shouted, their backpack straps were broken one after another. The poor product quality created an excellent reason for them to be lazy. They rushed to throw their backpacks into the carriage, rubbing their sore shoulders, lightly It was so loose that I talked and laughed.

It’s a pity that a beautiful girl was carrying a military camouflage bag with a strong strap, which made her have no reason to throw the bag into the carriage. The boy was bored with his own bag. Not only did he feel refreshed for the girl’s backpack, but he also tried every means to make her happy. They played and fell behind the Japanese child.

Despite the boy’s care, the beautiful girl fell ill after walking a few miles, curled up and shivered, and saw the doctor Tears were like rolling balls. So, she was sent back to the base camp and lay again on Simmons' bed, tasting the fragrance of Inner Mongolia milk tea.

Japanese children are also children, and they are still sick. The short boy Yusuke Kuroki had a stomachache, his face was pale, and his sweat balls were like beans. After the Chinese team leader discovered it, he asked him to put down his bag and refused to let him take the bus.

He said: "I'm here to exercise, and being a deserter is a shame. How can I go back and explain it to the teachers and parents? I can stand it, I must walk to the end!" After the doctor's persuasion, he lay on his back on the grass and gasped. After a while, he got up and continued to move forward.

B Japanese parents left in the car, leaving only encouragement to their grandsons with high fever; Chinese parents came and pulled their son into the car on difficult roads.

In the afternoon, the wind and rain were mixed, and the grassland became even more difficult to walk, and it was a foot of mud and water when stepped on it.

At 7 o'clock that night, the team arrived at the destination-Dajingliang. The children set up more than a dozen tents and prepared to have a picnic and camp on the spot. The children in Inner Mongolia set up a bonfire. The Japanese children brought cucumbers and fragrant smells. The intestines and bell peppers were mixed together and rice porridge was cooked. This is dinner. The Japanese children first politely invited the adults to eat, and then they also ate themselves.

The unlucky one was the Chinese children. They thought someone would deliver the meal to them, and at least they should guarantee that everyone would have a share, but that was just a fairy tale. So, some hungry Chinese children cried and complained to the Chinese leader. The meal was gone, what's the use of grieving?

After breakfast the next day, in order to exercise their wayfinding skills, the expedition team was divided into ten groups and advanced to the base camp Lang Suhai from different directions. On the vast grassland, there was no ready-made road at all, and they could only explore with the compass and maps.If a group of children lose their way, they will be further and further away from the team, and the consequences will be unpredictable. Before departure, Japanese Miyazaki City parliamentarian Mr. Tashi drove over to visit the children of both countries. At this time, his grandson had a high fever for more than a day, and many people thought he would pick up the child. Unexpectedly, he only encouraged his grandson a few words and left without hesitation. This reminds of something that happened yesterday: when I found that the road was washed away by a flood, a cadre of the Youth Work Committee in a certain place immediately called his child into the car and rushed out of the difficult area in a flash.

How different are Chinese and Japanese parents’ attitudes towards their children! We often complain about the spoiledness of China’s only children, lacking the ability to be independent and endurance, but whose ass should this board be hit?

C Japanese children's roars fluttered on the grassland.

After a two-day long journey, the children of China and Japan successfully arrived at their destination Lang Suhai.

When the summer camp was announced to close, Miyazaki City Councilman Mr. Tashi Yu made a summary. He specifically asked the Japanese children loudly: "Is the grassland beautiful?"

77 Japanese children shouted in unison: "Beautiful!" "Is the sky blue?"

"Blue!" "Are you still here?" "Come!"

These wild roars shocked every Chinese present. Oh my God! Is this the Japanese education for future generations? Is this the Yamato national spirit? When the Japanese kids looked up, tears flashed in everyone's eyes.

Behind this group of Japanese children, standing are their parents and even the entire Japanese society.

It is reported that this time, the activity organized by a Japanese Fukuoka civil group to explore children in China has received widespread support from all walks of life in Japan.

The government and news organizations and enterprises not only provide sponsorship, but political officials and business owners also send their children to the expedition team. Many professors, engineers, doctors, college students, and primary school teachers volunteer to participate in the service work. Mr. Shinichi Kawabata and his three daughters all participated in the expedition work. Their summer camps are open to the public, and each registered child must pay 7,000 yuan yen. In a word, the Japanese are willing to spend money to send their children abroad to adventure and suffer.

D The performance of Chinese children is under heavy question marks in our hearts.

The Japanese left China with a smile on their faces, with a relaxed expression, but the thoughts left to the Chinese are heavy.

When I first started on the road, the Japanese children's backpacks were bulging, filled with food and camping utensils; while some Chinese children's backpacks were almost empty, pretending to be like, and only carrying some food. Halfway through the road, some Chinese children ate all the water and dry food, so they had to rely on others to support them. Their awareness of survival was too poor!

transport trucks were trapped in mud pits, and many people rushed up to push the cart, and even local fellow villagers came to help. But there was a "little cadre" of the Young Pioneers standing aside and shouting "Come on". He was used to being an "official" and was only used to directing others since he was a child.

When having a picnic, all those who are white and fat are doing nothing, are Chinese children. Chinese adults criticized them: "You get something for nothing, are you embarrassed to eat?" But these Chinese children reacted very numbly.

On the grasslands in China, all the debris used by Japanese children are packed in plastic bags and taken away. They found the lark egg and immediately surrounded it with small wooden sticks to remind everyone not to step on it. But Chinese children are losing things all the way...

A short summer camp exposed many weaknesses of Chinese children, which makes people reflect on the problems of our training goals and training methods. First, what kind of people should be cultivated for children and young people? Is it okay to just talk big and empty talk? Every nation is cultivating offspring. The Japanese attach great importance to living conditions and environmental awareness, and cultivate children's abilities and public morality. What about us? I hope my son will become a dragon, but what kind of dragon will become?

Our love is manifested in keeping children from suffering, but we do not know that excessive care may make them lose their ability to survive. The Japanese have publicly said that your generation of children is not our opponent! Second, it is also a children's organization, and it also faces the problem of how to cultivate children.Is it preaching or field honing? Do you dare to take some risks and responsibilities for this? Many people praise the adventure summer camps, but when they ask them to host or send their children to come, they all retreat. What does this mean?

Yes, all those who care about China's future destiny are worth thinking about what this realistic contradiction shows.

Global competition, education is the key. If Chinese children are not competitive in the world, how can China not fall behind?

⑩ Bring the letter to Garcia (1998.1)

Albert Hubert

This short article was published in 1899.

This article is translated by almost all languages ​​in the world.

Among all things about Cuba, there is one person that I can't forget the most. When the Spanish-American War broke out, the United States must immediately contact Garcia, the leader of the Spanish rebel army. Garcia was in the mountains of the Cuban jungle - no one knew the exact location, so he could not bring him a letter. The US president must get his cooperation as soon as possible. What should I do if

is?

Someone said to the president: "There is a man named Rowan. There is a way to find Garcia, and only he can find it."

They found Rowan and handed him a letter to Garcia. Regarding the man named Rowan, how did he take the letter, put it in a grease paper bag, seal it, and hang it on his chest, and hike through a country full of dangers, and hand the letter to Garcia - these details are not what I want to explain. The key point I want to emphasize is: the US President handed over a letter to Garcia to Rowan; and after Rowan took the letter, he did not ask: "Where is he?"

People like him, we should create immortal statues for him and put them in every university. What young people need is not just learning the knowledge in books or listening to various guidance from others, but rather strengthening a spirit of professionalism, taking immediate action to the superiors, and completing the task wholeheartedly - "bring the letter to Garcia."

General Garcia is no longer in the world, but there are other Garcia now. Any business operator who needs a lot of people is sometimes shocked by the fact that ordinary people cannot or are unwilling to concentrate on doing something. A laziness, indifferent, and careless attitude towards doing things seems to have become the norm; unless you ask your subordinates for help with it with your heart and coercion, or, unless a miracle happens, God sends an assistant to him, no one can do it.

If you don’t believe it, let’s do an experiment: You are sitting in the office at this moment—there are 6 employees around. He called one of them and said to him, "Please help me check the encyclopedia and make a certain person's life an excerpt."

The employee would quietly say, "Okay, sir." Then he would go to execute it?

I dare say he will never, but instead ask one or several questions with a suspicious look on his face:

Who is he?

Has he passed away? Which encyclopedia set of

? Where to put the encyclopedia?

Is this my job?

Why didn’t Charlie ask him to do it?

Are you anxious?

Why do you want to check him?

I dare to bet with you on a 10-to-1 bet. After you answered the question he asked, explained how to check the information, and the reasons why you wanted to check, the employee would walk away and find another employee to help him check the information of someone, and then he would come back to tell you that he could not find this person at all. Really, if you are a smart person, you will not explain to your "assistant". What category is XX and XX compiled, not what category, you will say with a smile, "Forget it." Then check it yourself.

This passive behavior, this moral foolish behavior, this spiritual fragility, and this kind of tolerance may bring this society to a dangerous state where the three monks have no water to drink. If people can’t be spontaneous for themselves, how can you expect them to act for others?

You enter the advertisement to solicit a stenographer. Among the candidates, most of them can't spell or write. They don't even think these are necessary conditions.Can such a person bring the letter to Garcia?

In a big company, the general manager said to me, "Look at that employee."

"I saw it, how is he?"

"He is a good accountant, but if I send him to the city to do a small errand, he might finish the task, but he might walk into a bar on the way, and when he reaches the downtown area, he might have forgotten his errands at all." Can you send him a letter to Garcia like

?

Recently we have heard many people express sympathy for "workers who work for cheap wages but have no chance to make a living" and "homeless people who work for food and clothing", while scolding those employers in a state of sympathy.

But no one mentioned that some bosses cannot make some unmotivated lazy people do some serious work until they are old, and no one mentioned that some bosses have long been patient and want to move those employees who take advantage of their mistakes when they turn around.

There is an ongoing rectification process in every store and factory. The company's head often sends away employees who are obviously unable to contribute to the company, and also attracts new ones. No matter how busy the business is, this kind of rectification is going on.

Only when the company is in a downturn and there are not many employment opportunities will the rectification show better results - those who are incompetent and have no talent are abandoned outside the door of employment, and only the most capable people will be kept. For their own benefit, each boss only retains the best employees - those who can bring the letter to Garcia.

I know an extremely smart person who does not have the ability to start his own business and does not have any value to others, because he always crazyly suspects that his employer is squeezing him or deliberately oppressing him. He could not give orders, nor did he dare to accept them. If you ask him to bring a letter to Garcia, he will most likely answer: "You go yourself."

Of course, I know that people like this who are not morally sound will not deserve more sympathy than those who are not healthy in all limbs; however, we should also sympathize with those who work hard to run a large business, who will not let go of their work because of the ringtone of the off-get off work. They are trying to make those indifferent, lazy, passive, and unconscience-free employees grow whiter day by day. Without this effort and hard work, those employees would be hungry and homeless.

Am I talking too seriously? However, when the whole world becomes a slum, I want to say a few sympathy for the successful person - with the extremely small chance of success, they guide others' power and finally achieved success; but what he gets from success is an empty space, except for food.

I once worked for others for three meals and worked as a boss. I know all the joys and sorrows of these two aspects. Poverty is bad, poverty is not worth recommending, but not all bosses are greedy and domineering, just as not all people are kind people.

I admire those who work hard regardless of whether the boss is in the office or not, and I admire those who can hand the letter to Garcia. Take the letter quietly, and you will not ask any stupid questions, nor will you throw the letter into the ditch, but will send the letter to it desperately. Such people will never be fired and will never have to strike to demand a raise.

Civilization is a long-term process for anxiously finding such talents. Such people will get anything they ask for. He is welcomed in every city, village, township, and every office, shop, factory. This kind of talent is extremely needed in the world, and this kind of person who can bring the letter to Garcia.

When I re-read

"A Bowl of Soba Noodles with Clear Soup"

couldn't help but be moved and shed tears again. . .

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Which of these ten articles

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