After graduating from Belan University, my friend's son applied to be a designer in an architectural design institute. The work is excellent, so I get a raise twice in a year. At the year-end commendation meeting of the hospital, the dean praised Bo Ran by name, praising him for his ability, skill and dedication. That's what hospitals need. Since then, Buran's position in the yard has suddenly improved, and he is on cloud nine, and he is a bit self-righteous when designing for customers.

Once, the design institute contracted a large-scale project, and the dean asked Bu Ran to be the design director. He accepted at once, but the task was not as simple as he imagined. Several designs were rejected by customers, who doubted the professional level of the design institute, and the dean criticized him for not doing his best. He has a lot to say. After repeated discussions, the revised design scheme was finally decided according to the customer's requirements. However, Bai Ran thinks that there are too few valuable ideas in this scheme, and he took the initiative to make small changes to the design scheme when delivering it. Unexpectedly, the customer was furious and resolutely canceled the cooperation with the design institute.

This incident caused a great storm in the design institute. Burran apologized to the staff of the hospital and was deducted from the 6-month bonus. At this moment, his mood is depressed to the extreme. Finally, there was a big break in the hospital, and a friend asked him to travel abroad for fun. One sunny day, they set off, but Bo Ran was not in the mood. The car is driving at high speed on the expressway, and friends around it are chatting with the driver. My friend said, "I found many bends on the expressway." The driver smiled and said, "You are a man of heart. On the expressway, there are few straight-line sections exceeding ten kilometers. If the expressway is too flat and straight, drivers are prone to mental fatigue, and their quick response ability is weakened, which may easily lead to traffic accidents. Therefore, the straight section of the expressway should be restricted, and some curves with large radius should be designed to alleviate the driver's visual fatigue. "

Coach's Law: Isn't life the same? There are bends everywhere. Some people see the sunshine when they cross the bend, while others fall into the ditch and lose everything. There are never any mistakes in life, but sometimes you need a small turn.

2. Fox's window

A child got lost and saw a blue flower field in Balloon Flowers.

A white fox is running. The child passed nervously, but was soon dumped by the little fox. At this time, the child saw a shop assistant wearing an apron at the door of a shop with a sign of "printing and dyeing platycodon grandiflorum". The child knows that he is a little fox.

"Shall I dye your fingers?" The fox said, make a window of Tong Ling with four blue fingers, and then put it in front of the child. "Look inside." In the small window, he saw the beautiful mother fox. Fox told the child that his mother had been shot a long time ago.

The fox went on to say, "Later, it was also such an autumn day, and the wind blew very cool." The balloon flower said in unison,' Dye your fingers. "Then form a window!" From then on, I am no longer lonely, because I can see my mother from the window at any time. "

The child also dyed his fingers.

In the window, the child saw a girl who used to like it very much, but now she will never see it again.

He wants to pay, but he has no money with him.

The fox said, "Please give me the gun."

The child gave the gun to the fox, and the fox gave the child some mushrooms.

The child came back happily. As I walked, I set up a small window with my hands. It was raining outside the window, and he saw the yard he missed, and the children's boots wet by the rain were thrown in the yard. The light was on in the picture, and the two children laughed. One is his voice, and the other is the voice of his dead sister. In fact, the yard has been destroyed by the fire. The child put down his hand and thought, I will cherish this finger forever.

But the first thing he did when he got home was to wash his hands. It's over!

He wandered in the Woods for several days, but he never saw the balloon flower field or the fox again.

3.

Let go of your hand

One patient was in great pain before he died. He grabbed the railing by the bed with one hand and his friend with the other. His friend saw him in such pain and advised him, "Why do you want to hold on to life?" Let go, let go, it will be better and more comfortable. I am by your side, watching you and loving you. "

He let go, let go, let go as soon as he let go.

There are two children. One was holding a ball in his hand, and the other wanted to catch it with one hand, but the other didn't give it to him. His fist fell like rain.

Many times, just like this child, we won't let go. We would rather be beaten by a brainless person than cling to it, but it's only for a ball. You may say that the ball is mine and there is no reason to give it to him. Why do you have to have that ball? I wish I didn't want it. As long as the brain says, "I don't want it, I let go." Who cares who picked it up? I don't want it anyway.

Put it down and go back to yourself!

4. Beauty, talented woman and lady

The manager of the company wants to recruit a female secretary. The women who came to register crowded a room and passed the cultural examination. In the end, there are only three beautiful women, talented women and ladies.

The most important interview has begun.

The first person who went to the general manager's office for an interview was a beautiful woman.

Beauty has a waist and a chest, and lovely red lips. When the manager saw her come in, he looked at her like a pervert and said, "Miss, do you know what I need most to find a female secretary?"

Beautiful women have seen the world, and they carefully prepared for the exam two days before the interview. The first is to design your own image, from hair style to clothing style for all-round packaging. Then I carefully studied the male psychology, and through repeated comparison and revision, the beauty was finally remembered in my heart.

When a beautiful woman sees the general manager looking at herself in this way, her first feeling is that her preparation direction is right.

The beauty followed the catwalk and said to the general manager in various ways: "General manager, I know what you need, but not now." When you hire me, you will know that everything about me is the best. "

The general manager patted the beauty on the shoulder and said, "Very well, go home and wait for the good news you hope!" " "

The second one who came in was a talented woman.

Talented women are not only beautiful, but also elegant in temperament. When she came to the general manager, the general manager asked her, "Miss, do you know what I need most now?"

The talented woman looked at the wolf-like eyes of the general manager and paused, but then secretly smiled.

She thought, this move can only test those shallow women, because talented women fully know that no man will make unreasonable demands on women at the first meeting, let alone become the general manager. There are also employees who come in and out of the company and the phone keeps ringing, telling her that this is a man doing business. And men who do business want a good helper.

So the talented woman said, "General Manager, what you need most now is a secret book that can help you handle all kinds of affairs." If you give me this task now, I will do it well. "

"Really?" The general manager chatted with the talented woman cheerfully, and even the cigarette he had just lit was thrown on the ground.

The talented woman talks endlessly about how to be a good secretary. The general manager listened carefully. After the talented woman finished speaking, the general manager said to her, "You are really a talented woman. There should be good news waiting for you. "

The talented woman was sent away, and the lady came in last.

A lady's fitted dress reveals warmth in elegance, and the shallow perfume also drifts away with the movement of the body.

The general manager said to her, "Miss, do you know what I need most now?"

The lady looked into the wolf's eyes of the general manager and said with a smile, "General manager, you should give up all other thoughts and have a rest."

"I'm going to have a rest. Who will handle the work here?"

"If you trust me, I will deal with it."

The general manager came back from a short break, sorted out all kinds of scattered documents on the desk and carefully recorded all the phone calls. The cigarettes thrown on the ground are gone, too.

The general manager read those documents carefully and handed me a cup of freshly brewed fragrant tea.

The general manager took the tea and said, "Thank you, accompany me to dinner at noon."

5. The disappearing carousel

One Christmas in London, I set up some large-scale mobile games in the downtown square, which immediately enveloped the whole community with a lively carnival atmosphere. Crowds of people, such as crucian carp, turn around on a merry-go-round, and people are in it, and suddenly it seems like walking into a blurred and colorful situation, like dreaming. But I do feel myself laughing and spinning, so I feel more unforgettable.

I went on the merry-go-round for two nights in a row. This childhood game can bring people the most primitive joy in an instant. There is nothing to worry about the happiness of childhood, only the light in front of you is unforgettable.

After Christmas, when I passed by the square again, intending to relive the joy of the night before, I was surprised to find that those mobile games had been taken off the shelves overnight. There is nothing in the square, and there is not even much rubbish left, so I can identify the traces of that dream. As a result, this confusing and colorful situation that did occur was more like a dream.

Therefore, the most fundamental tone of my Christmas or any collective celebration is nothing more than this. Or, even if it is not a collective, it is a special moment, a love, and an intersection of individuals. For a moment, if I fell into a colorful blur, I felt completely happy and carefree. I threw myself into it and turned around. Then, before I came to my senses, I suddenly found that there was nothing in the square and all the colors had quietly retired at night. At that time, I was still facing the reality soberly, and the traces of joy were behind me. Of course, going forward, there should be another square, another carousel. Of course, this is another cycle that will disappear.

This is how life goes back and forth, back and forth. Unconsciously, people are getting old, and the coming and going of celebrations can no longer affect the feeling of passion. Perhaps the happiest state is just silently watching the flashing lights in front of you and indulging in the merry-go-round time that has disappeared.

6. There is no rubbish in heaven.

I still don't know her name. I don't even know my last name. Do you know what it matters? When a person leaves this world and goes to another world. Last name means nothing to her.

She is an old lady who collects garbage in front of our house.

The old woman looks as if she is sixty years old. She has been cleaning up garbage here for more than a year. No one expected to ask her name. What's your last name? What is the need to know such an old woman? In spring, summer, autumn and winter, it is windy, foggy, rainy and snowy. Every morning, noon and evening, she cleans the things in the trash can in front of the building on time. I pushed a trolley to work in the morning, which was the first time she cleaned the garbage, so I could see her cleaning it in the trash can at the door every day. I saw her bow hard. Bury most of your body in the dustbin and pull something out. Sometimes a pile of watermelon skin, sometimes a bag of what paper; Occasionally, she can pick up a soy sauce bottle and a can. She seems to have got a child. Carefully put it in the prepared snakeskin bag. It seems that the old woman's eyes are not good, she sees deeply and keeps blinking. The corner of her eye seems to be old and dirty, and something is coming out. So the whole person looked terrible, and I saw people walking away from her. Especially in summer, the watermelon skin in the trash can will attract flies. Dancing around the old lady for a while, the old lady waved her hand as if she had never seen it before, but the girls and women who walked could not avoid it.

The community we live in is built on the hill, so there are many steps. Trash cans are placed on the steps one by one. After cleaning one, the old lady pushed the garbage truck to the edge of the steps, then bent down and climbed up the steps with a snakeskin bag on her back. She is wearing a yellow cleaner's overalls. I saw her like that, like a snail climbing a hill with difficulty.

One night, I was sitting on the slate at the door reading a newspaper. The old lady came to clean up the garbage for the third time. I saw there wasn't much rubbish in the dustbin, and she wasn't too busy. Suddenly want to talk to her, let the old man celebrate his birthday first. She said, old, sixty this year. I went on to say, at such a big age, if you don't rest at home, will your son agree to let you go out to eat a lot? The old lady sighed and started talking. She told me that the old man used to work in a boiler factory, which closed down. Now he is laid off at home, with a monthly living allowance of only 100 yuan, and a granddaughter at home for her to go to school. There is no way to do this job. I said my granddaughter told you anyway. Where is my son? She said that her son divorced and then married another one. Later, this one didn't want to fuck the last child. I can't help it. The poor child has been living with us old couple. Now the child is ten years old and is in the second grade across the hall from you. The child is willing to follow us. Do you think we can get rid of her? I asked her where she still managed our area, and she said, this small piece is all under the bridge. She told me that she gets up at three o'clock every night, starts sweeping from under the bridge, and can't sweep to us until after six o'clock. I asked if I could pay 300 yuan a month. She said, no, it's only a little over two hundred.

From then on, I felt more sympathy for the old lady. But now that the economy is generally depressed, how can we do it better? Besides, she is an illiterate old woman. I just know a little about her life, so I smile at her every day at work as a greeting.

I happened to meet her when I was shopping in the market. Because I usually see her pulling a garbage truck, I suddenly saw her carrying a vegetable basket today, and I'm still not used to it. I saw her bargaining with a tofu seller with a serious face. My head seems to have been combed by water, and it is bright and wide. At that time, I was very moved and sighed. A person's life is sometimes hard to guess. But the great coincidence is yet to come! After a while, a friend of mine came from Beijing and stayed at the Saite Hotel in Gu Jing. That morning, I went to have breakfast with my friends. I met her in the restaurant on the 26th floor of Gu Jing, where the same little girl had breakfast. Little girl, about ten years old, has two little girls, a pair of round eyes and a small flat nose. She looks lovely. I guess that must be her granddaughter. I saw the children eating there, and the old lady didn't move much. From time to time, the child put the spoon in front of the old lady to let her take a bite. She smiled and opened her mouth. Although I am puzzled: is the old lady willing to spend 68 yuan for breakfast in such a five-star hotel? It's incredible! I really wanted to ask questions, but I was afraid to spoil the old lady's fun, so I found a far place to sit down and watch them eat quietly.

I don't want to! Not that kid. One day I couldn't help it. When I met the old woman, I finally asked her. First she wondered how I knew, and then she told me that it was the child's tenth birthday. A classmate of this child lived here when he was ten years old. Children must go home when they are noisy. How can a family like ours go to such an advanced place, but the children are ignorant and proud in front of their classmates? I have been there once. I asked someone and said it would cost 60 yuan. Together with the old man, I use my half-month salary. Take care of the children once. After all, only one person is ten years old. Children can't hate the old couple in the future.

When the old woman said this, her tone was full of confidence and pride. I saw a little red cloud on the old lady's face, but her presbyopia was bright and full of longing and frankness. My heart was suddenly moved, and my heart was actually wet. Although her hands are rough, her heart is transparent, clear and soft.

In the days after that, whenever I met an old woman, I would always say a few words and ask her granddaughter about her study. The old woman smiled, too, as if she were in excellent spirits. I don't know when. I was away on business for a while. When I went to work this morning, I was surprised to find that the garbage collector had become an old man. What happened to the old woman? Something happened at home? Leave from the station? What's wrong with you? An ominous thought jumped into my mind. I walked over. I couldn't help coming back after thinking about it. I asked the old people, old comrades, where was our old lady who used to collect garbage?

Alas! Sighed, the old man was ill the night before yesterday and died without coming up in one breath. The old man said that and went to dig out the garbage. But my heart sank and tears almost came to my eyes.

7. Soldiers and mice

The undulating ridge line becomes very low under the canopy. There are insects in the grass far and near, like playing reeds, echoing together. At that time, because of continuous fighting, he was really tired, so he sat next to the cat's ear hole with a gun on his pillow. He was weak, covered with scabies, itchy like a needle, and wanted to take a nap. He was only embarrassed, but he was sober, sober, but he was embarrassed. Sometimes, a person mumbles, but thinks he is thinking. A moment's sleep, I actually dreamed, dreamed of a lot of things. Wake up and look at your watch. I haven't slept for three minutes. Anyway, I just feel tired.

The vast mountain jungle fluctuates, and the moon is yellow, big, round and hairy. At that time, he took a small team to guard the forefront of the alert position. At any moment, they may be cut off by the enemies who attack them and never go back. It's not terrible that he doesn't go back, but it's another strange phenomenon, that is, the bamboo rats in Laoshan area, whether they are tired of vegetarian food or suddenly find delicious meat or fish, or out of revenge for the humans who usually kill them, eat human corpses in droves. Whenever he saw this situation, he would angrily beat them to flight with a submachine gun. But the mice came in droves again, and the biting sound was slight and messy, creaking and chirping, which made people feel scared. He closed his eyes and clenched his lips with his teeth, trying not to listen to the sound, but he couldn't help but pick up the submachine gun several times and put it down again. Suddenly, a creepy scream sounded from the pile of bodies. He jumped up involuntarily, but just after sticking his head out of the trench, a shuttle of heavy machine gun bullets came from the opposite Vietnamese position, which made the trench dusty. The soldiers all looked at him. He understood, damn it, one of the Vietnamese soldiers who attacked our position must be alive. He is fighting with the bamboo rat.

"Nobody moves!" His face was livid and he ordered the soldiers to retreat to the trenches.

At that time, the gunfire was silent, only the biting screams of bamboo rats and the piercing moans of seriously injured soldiers. Both sides can hear their positions clearly, but no one dares to act rashly. Suddenly, a soldier climbed out from the opposite position and gradually climbed here. A soldier aimed at his gun, and he put his hand on it to prevent him from shooting. After climbing for a short time, the Vietnamese soldier seemed to hesitate and climbed back. Suddenly, he felt an anger in his heart and scolded, "coward!" " "He took the gun and hit it with a submachine gun.

But he deliberately raised the muzzle, the bullet flew over the soldier's scalp, and the soldier rolled and climbed back.

Finally, the noise became quiet. Perhaps the bamboo rat was temporarily frightened by the gunfire and stopped biting, but it still surrounded the injured soldier and refused to retreat. At this time, the moon emerged from the clouds, and the silver-gray moonlight poured down dismally, so that they all saw the situation clearly. Although he couldn't see the wounded man's face clearly, he clearly saw the wounded man's bloody body and the bamboo rat approaching him little by little. The wounded soldier's eyes were filled with extreme panic and despair, and his whole body trembled and contracted, gradually shrinking into a ball.

He couldn't bear it any longer. He rushed out desperately and climbed beside the injured soldier. The bamboo rat fled in horror, but still did not retreat. He crawled over in an offensive posture and looked at him, making him angry, scared, helpless and numb.

The whole position was dead silent.

At the moment when he dragged the dying wounded soldier into the trench, the two positions opened fire on the bamboo rat in unison, crushing it to pieces.

After the gunshot, the dead mice were in a mess.

He fed the wounded soldier the only half tank of water in the position. His face was covered with mud and blood, and he couldn't see clearly what he looked like, so he could only turn his eyes slightly. There is something unclear in the wounded soldier's eyes, like pain and gratitude. He looked at the kettle, took only one sip, and then resolutely stopped drinking. He tried to dress him, but he shook his head hard and refused.

It was dawn, and he was lost for a while. When he woke up, he found that the wounded soldier was dead.

8. Wandering singers are on the road

He was wearing an old T-shirt and a slightly worn jacket. There was a thick leather pad on the shoulder of the jacket, on which was a portable stereo connected with a combination instrument, and he ran freely to the crowd. He is a wandering singer.

That night, he listened to a concert at the gate of the gymnasium, where he was the only security guard. Sometimes he will gently hum the musical instrument in his hand, attracting strange eyes from others. He is 23 years old and graduated from the Conservatory of Music. He loved music since he was a child and longed to be a real singer, but his family always opposed it. Until he was admitted to the Conservatory of Music. But now he still has no job and can only make a living by singing. Speaking of singing, he was a little embarrassed. He thought about it and said to me, "Nothing, aren't those singers singing?" It's just that they are more famous. "He responded, and I nodded with relief. Out of curiosity about the life of a wandering singer, I decided to sing with him the next day.

7 pm is the beginning of his day's work. He will take his own music score and go to various restaurants to invite guests to order songs. There are many songs on the score, present and past. His favorite is Tom Zhang's My Future Is Not a Dream. It gets dark quickly and it's cold. Few people eat out, so he has to try his luck in more places because some restaurants don't let him in.

At 7: 30, he came to a barbecue stall and was asked by someone with a music score if he wanted to order a song. The answer was mostlyno. Over the past year or so, he has accumulated some experience. For example, if he meets a couple, the success rate of men will be higher. If there is a large table for people to eat, it is more likely to order songs. But these situations are a minority after all. Sometimes he will sing a few songs for free in front of everyone and then ask if he wants to order songs one by one, but there are still very few people who order songs, and it is common to be looked down upon. Some waiters already know him, and he will sing some songs to them when there is no business.

An hour passed and he still didn't make a penny. After standing down a few times, he was a little tired. He leaned against the street lamp and lit a cigarette. Long hair looks so vicissitudes under the aura. A year has passed, and his temper has been worn away by cynicism, supercilious look and even scolding of others. For a time, he was very confused. Spend a day in your basement rental house, or go to see the old people playing cards and chess. He thought about giving up, but he paid so much for music that he didn't want to give up. He repeatedly said: "People should have a head start and hope in this life." And music is of course his hope. He believes that he can succeed. He doesn't feel much worse than those singers. A middle-aged woman came in a hurry and lost 1 yuan on the ground. He picked it up and returned it to her, saying, "I am a singer, not a beggar." She gave him a contemptuous look, ordered a song casually and left without waiting for him to sing a few words. It was 9 o'clock, 10, and this was the first money he received. He looked at me awkwardly. I got the money, but it was so sad.

He adjusted his clothes and walked on. Met a foreign couple. He introduced himself in simple English. They ordered a few songs and were interested. Sometimes they hum along, sometimes they smile and nod. I sang five songs, earned 10, and left a tip of l yuan. He accepted the money happily. Read it over and over again, and put it in your pocket carefully.

In the afternoon 1 1, we started to walk back. It's a little cold and there are few people on the road. He's not cold. He has warmed up after walking for so long. Walking to the door of a hotel, he was pulled by two drunkards and insisted that he sing to them. He sang a few songs, and they were very happy, but refused to pay, and several people got entangled. Under the persuasion of the hotel security guard, he was reluctantly driven away.

"It's always good for someone to listen to their own singing. Perhaps an agent? " He said optimistically. The power behind helplessness and ridicule is revealed between the lines.

Near midnight, I broke up with him at the station and his day's work was over. On this day, he only earned poor 12 yuan. Watching him walk through the empty road, the street lamp reflected his tired back, and his favorite song "My future is not a dream" suddenly sounded in his ear: Are you like me, bowing your head in the sun, sweating silently and working hard; Are you like me, even if you are indifferent, you will not give up the life you want? ...

9. Who caused the trouble

Xiao Hu is good at satirical novels and is famous in this city. But because people are very sensitive now, all his friends and colleagues like to sit in the right position. In order to reduce unnecessary trouble, Xiao Hu simply writes in the first person. I really can't address my father, brother or lover by the first person. This is a move that his family supports him and gives him support. Xiao Hu thought, so who can not suffer?

One day, a national magazine asked Xiao Hu for a manuscript, and Xiao Hu gave them a satirical novel with his father's name as the protagonist.

When the editor was reading a book, he was particularly sad to see that the director's name in the short story was Hu Sen. How can he have the same name as his third brother-in-law Third brother-in-law is the director of a bureau. If it is published in this way, readers will not give it to third brother-in-law! So, the editor changed the word "Sen" in the name of director Hu Sen to "Mu" and changed it to Lin Hu.

The manuscript was sent to the second trial. After reading it in the second instance, I had a special complaint about the name of the protagonist. What's his name? How can he be called Lin Hu? Lin Hu, the second uncle of the second trial, is the director of a bureau. He was worried that the second trial would affect his career, so he removed a "wood" from the word "Lin" and changed it to "Hu Mu".

The manuscript was quickly sent to the editor-in-chief, who frowned when he saw the name Hu Mu. The editor's uncle is Hu Mu, who is also the director of a bureau. I heard that it is possible to transfer to the municipal party Committee this year. After a little thinking, the editor-in-chief crossed out the "moon" on the edge of Hu Mu and turned it into an "ancient wood".

The latest issue of the magazine will be listed soon, with satirical novels written by Xiao Hu.

Of course, Xiao Hu hasn't read a magazine containing Xiao Hu's satirical novels.

That day, Xiao Hu was reading a newspaper in the department. The director called him to come to the director's office to listen to the director's tone. Xiao Hu is a little scared. What did he do wrong?

The door of the director's office was open, and Xiao Hu gently knocked on the director's door and went in. As soon as the director saw Xiao Hu, he stood up, threw a book in his hand on the table and shouted angrily, "Nonsense! This is nonsense! Look at what you wrote! "

Xiao Hu's heart is pounding. When Xiao Hu saw the book that the director dropped on his desk, it was the magazine that invited him. Xiao Hu immediately thought of his article, but he was cautious enough. In order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, the hero's name is his father's name this time. Who should not be offended? Xiao Hu is uneasy. Xiao Hu picked up the magazine and opened it. God, how did the hero's name in the novel become the name of his immediate boss, Gu Mu?

Hu mouth "this, this, this" for a long time, also don't know what happened, the director on striking table, nostrils ruthlessly "hum", slam the door.

Xiao Hu was silly there, deeply touched. If he had simply given the hero a "nonsense" name at that time, maybe this would not happen today. What a natural and man-made disaster!

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