In autumn, the leaves falling with the wind either fall under the tree or float to the root of a stone ridge. A wisp of autumn wind magnifies the magnificence of nature, and sadness disturbs the calm mind like water in that beautiful artistic conception. For the passage of time, for the newly added white hair, sigh the ruthlessness of autumn and the shortness of life. Some people say that autumn is a time of reunion, because all the fruitful fruits are gathered in the cultivated house, which makes people happy; Some people say that autumn is the season of parting. No matter how harmonious the branches and leaves are, they will always leave each other silently on a miserable night, leaving a sad beauty. In summer, it gradually disappears in the overwhelming sea of flowers, and the hillside where wild flowers are gradually charming has become the mark of summer joy. The lush grass has not been measured by light footsteps, but it has completed the cycle of life. At the end of the season, looking at the light spirit of fallen leaves, I look forward to the coming year. That violet still blooms gently and skillfully in the depths of the world of mortals, nodding and lowering her eyebrows on the sparkling clear water, bathing in the shallow moonlight, the breeze floats, the smoke gently wraps around the petals and running water, and the flowers follow the leaves' century-old dream. In the dream, a fishing boat is singing or playing the song of the evening sunshine dimly. The years have changed relentlessly, and the past is drifting away. In the past time, there are too many sorrows that hurt my heart. Fortunately, I have time, a good medicine to treat the wound, so that I slowly learned to forget and miss. I really want to light up the original mood of a cold bay, dilute the fleeting time of a season, choose to live in autumn and paint confused eyes!
I like watching the sunset glow in the distance alone, thinking deeply and combing the joys and sorrows of the world of mortals. In this sentimental season, walking on the fallen leaves, there is always a sense of sadness in my heart, but there is nothing to say. At this time, I am willing to be silent. In the early autumn, I climbed my eyebrows in disappointment, but I was happy inside. With the falling of dead leaves, what emerges in my heart are cold pavilions, tragic sunsets, cool autumn winds, autumn leaves and autumn rains, and window shadows sent in by the bright moon in the silent night. I collected my thoughts and tried to pull them back. A thin wind blew in from the window and quickly surrounded my whole body. My skin began to recover and become sensitive. In this season, the poet began to render the atmosphere of Qixi, and I, sitting here writing, wanted to have a drink, and then I started this writing expression again. Unfortunately, the night is already deep. Without wine, there is no passion. Some are just wild thoughts and faint loneliness. Early autumn is spreading, watching busy people come in every morning and evening and experience the true meaning of life with their hearts. Buddha said: Every day is beautiful. Therefore, I decided to put the warmth and happiness of every day in this faint autumn. Even if the world of mortals is troubled and life is impermanent, I can smile warmly as long as I have compassion. Some people say that autumn is the season for poets. Whenever we see falling leaves, we may understand that falling leaves mean rebirth in the coming year, and it is inevitable that we are a little disappointed. Although the weather in the Loess Plateau is still hot, I can feel the faint fragrance floating from my hometown.
Autumn in the countryside almost condenses all the beauty, making people stop and forget to return. The beauty of that autumn is different. The beauty of that autumn can be touched. Being in autumn often makes people cry silently. In the fleeting autumn, its image is still beautiful and clear because it is engraved on the heart wall. "Autumn is here, and the hook is hanging." The busiest and most tired farmers have come to an end. They looked at the field where the harvest was in sight and casually wrote a touch of joy on their foreheads. Looking at dark green mountains, grapes, apples, crisp pears ... fruity and intoxicating. Rabbits, pheasants and voles are also very happy, because only autumn is their most carefree day. Early autumn is like a charming young woman, charming and elegant, mature and unlovable. Ye Er showed his personality to the fullest, swinging happily on the branches, singing acacia songs, expecting the promise of the wind, and let's travel around the world together. Every autumn, my mood will always be a little disappointed, perhaps to retain autumn, or perhaps to be confused about the future. I simply leaned against the bar, looked into the distance, let my thoughts flow, and greedily tasted the beauty of this early autumn. Spoony Ye Er! How do you know that the wind is all-encompassing? For you, it's just a landscape in his journey. And you only have to hold on to the trunk and get stuck in the mud, which is the meaning you carry! Sometimes I suddenly feel that life is like autumn, with joy and sorrow. But I still like to find a fragrance that has been brewing for a long time in early autumn, and I don't refuse sadness. Because, I know, joys and sorrows are the real life. I am facing the autumn wind, smelling the flowers, fresh and happy, without sadness. Independent autumn waters are long, and I feel that it is time to grow old.
Autumn is overwhelming, the clouds are light and the wind is light, the water is still, the distant mountains contain flowers, the grass is warm and the rain is soft, as if it is a kind of sad resentment, which is always looming, disturbing the tranquility of flowers. In the early autumn, an autumn rain followed by an autumn rain, and the dry north became a little moist. The autumn water merged into streams and flowed down from the top of the mountain, graceful and crisp, day and night. In early autumn, it is more bright and cheerful. This autumn stream, it flows with a season of charm, a season of feelings, a season of sadness and yearning. Early autumn highlights that "the sunset is lonely in Qi Fei, and the autumn waters are * * * and the sky is one color". How can it not be extraordinary? Autumn water that can't be put on is also intoxicating. Autumn, because of the shallow depression, has her sad beauty, how many green lotus depend on each other, the tragic unity, the feeling of hurting autumn when looking back at the west wind for a while, and because of passion, it has gorgeous colors, and the moonlight in autumn is better than the night in spring, and the quiet and lonely beauty in Wan Li is as cold as ice. This shallow autumn, seemingly calm, is actually surging. Qiu Shu, a tall and handsome city, is flowing happily, the trickling river is enthusiastic and unrestrained, the towering and tenacious mountains are vigorous and powerful, and the expanding crops are looking forward to fruitful landing. Shepherds in the sunset are immersed in your heart, looking forward to your thoughts and feeling the richness and beauty of autumn! The trace of an autumn rain kept me away from sadness. I wanted to laugh, but it touched her dying heart. The gentleness of bowing your head is the most charming attraction in the world. Time flies, and the once flowery years are scattered all over the place, gently brushing people's smiling faces. He held a deep sense of shame and danced in the warmth of the oblique wind and drizzle. This autumn is heavy and elegant, and I don't know how many literati worship it. The ancient rhyme is more gorgeous with poetry and songs!
Grade 2 composition 2 "Why don't you take a walk in the street after dinner?"
"Where to?"
"Still the old route!"
This is the phone he calls every afternoon before leaving work.
At night, the dim light of street lamps and various neon lights reflect each other. In winter, the thin poplars cast a thin and hungry figure on the road. Passers-by, either one or a group, pass by, like fish hidden in the soil, without the last trace in the growing darkness.
When he turned a corner, his embarrassment seemed to be quietly exiled in the field in front of our street. The tandem figure is getting closer and closer. Walking steps, swinging arms, and two hands are unconsciously intertwined.
Some irrelevant topics, on the contrary, are like a string of wind chimes idle in front of the window. When encountering the right wind, they can ring melodious jingles. The fluctuation of sadness or joy is vented, shared and completely calmed down under the comfort and understanding of whispering and smiling at each other.
Time and distance inadvertently shorten the familiar distance on weekdays. The occasional troubles at work, the indispensable contradictions and entanglements in the family, the colorful fashion patterns magnified in the window, and the temptation of snacks with different flavors have all become constantly changing topics from street to street. He often said that after walking this road, the body will feel a little tired, but the body and mind will be more and more relaxed.
Years run back and forth in the four seasons under the pursuit of footprints. The route that runs through several streets is full of hot and cold tracks in the Spring and Autumn Period, with colorful flowers. Seeing the scenery on the roadside, I alternated between surprise and exclamation, and the dark mood was out of control. At that moment, passing by became the focus.
Sometimes, after walking several blocks, the topics involved are varied, and it is hard for you to remember them when you get home. Only by grinning can you deeply remember this deep happiness.
Sometimes, a few blocks down, no one asked, no one said, only a tightly held hand, all language penetration without leaving a gap.
Writing on the first day and the second day 3. The morning light stained the white room bit by bit through the old glass window. As time goes on, it turns yellow gradually, like an old photo, which is memorable.
The sunset is like blood, and the sky is dark. I walked out of the station and came back a few years later. My vague memory and the scene in front of me overlap, as if in a dream. Suddenly, I was pushed by my father next to me and hurried back to my hometown by car. I sat in the car and stared out of the window. From the bustling street scene to the remote suburbs, night falls and the moon comes out. My uncle is talking to my father while driving. I am looking at the stars. I think these are probably the stars and the moon in my dream hometown. Wandering on the mountain road for a long time, I arrived at the old house. The moonlight is quiet, the whole room is soft and harmonious, and the lights come out, which is quiet and warm. I walked along the path and said goodbye to my uncle. After many years, I met my grandparents again. Time always leaves traces, and I feel sad when I see old faces. Only then did I realize that it was almost eleven o'clock, so I washed up in a hurry and went to bed.
The next day, I got up early and was awakened by a strange crow. I asked my father, and I made up my mind not to receive or visit any relatives. It was a beautiful day. After breakfast, I wandered in the mountains. There are strange cliffs and rocks in the middle of the valley. It is not a rockery in the city before you touch them with your hands. Walking in the depths of the forest, I suddenly feel fresh air and feel at home. Suddenly I like to go on like this and keep going. Suddenly, I like this life very much. I can see the lush forests and bamboo trees, and the wild cranes in the clouds are at ease. Let's put aside our troubles and indulge in nature, and all the pain and pride will be tolerated. The sunrise is high, so it's time to go home for lunch. I pushed open the door and looked at my grandparents. If only I could stay with them all the time.
The holiday is coming to an end, and I fell asleep with the stars and the moon on the train. I don't know how long I stayed here, but the noise in the carriage woke me up. I looked out of the window and the sunshine, and the green hills and trees gradually retreated, thinking of the old houses in the mountains and the yellowed old photos in the wooden drawers.
There is a power called tolerance. -inscription
Tolerance can make our life less quarrelsome and more harmonious. Can gently bear unnecessary quarrels. Like the spring breeze, it gently blows and soothes people's anxious hearts.
When I was a child, I didn't know how to be tolerant, because some trivial things seemed a little concerned. Let me really know what tolerance is, in the hot summer.
That summer, I went to Jinggang Town. A group of us went to play. The sun spared no effort to radiate its own temperature and drive away the dark clouds.
Walking in the alley of a small town, my mother and them walked into a small shop, but I was so bored that I wanted to go somewhere else quietly while everyone was not looking. I walked casually, lowered my head and found it more and more boring, so I took out my mobile phone and watched it for a long time. I don't know where I went, but I seem to have hit something. Then I heard an object being knocked down. I instinctively looked up and saw a small table in front of a small shop. There are scented tea sellers on it. Somewhere under the table, a cup of scented tea is lying quietly. Seeing this scene, I was suddenly surprised and seemed to realize what had just happened. He hurried to see the shopkeeper in the shop. The shopkeeper is busy in the shop and has no idea what is happening here. The other steps are in a hurry, and the passing tourists don't seem to see them. I am a little flustered, and there is nothing in my pocket except my mobile phone. They turned and ran to the shop that their mother was visiting. As they left, they looked at the name of the store and the route out of guilt. After I found my mother, I felt a little ashamed. I knocked over other people's things and ran away without an apology. The more I think about it, the more I blush. I secretly decided to apologize to the owner of that small shop for compensation next time.
When we left the next day, our group went to that alley again. After greeting my mother, I hurried to the small shop according to my memory. After seeing the boss, I timidly handed her the money for scented tea, looked at her puzzled eyes and stammered, "That ... that, I'm sorry. Yesterday, I ... I accidentally knocked over your scented tea, but ... ran away, and this is money for you ... "When she heard this, her face showed a bright smile and said," I told you why a cup was missing, but it's rare for you to come here on purpose. Be careful next time, don't knock over other people's things, and the money won't be needed. Consider that cup of scented tea my treat. "
After listening to her words, I was a little confused, and there were ripples in my heart. This is tolerance. She didn't scold me as I expected after seeing me, but gave me a drink after she finished. At that moment, I seemed to understand what tolerance is.
Leave Jinggang town, sit on the bus home and look at the scenery along the way. A trace of warmth rose in my heart.
Tolerance, tolerance is like this, forgive one or two unintentional or intentional mistakes of others, and resolve this small matter with a smile.
That day, in front of that small shop, I read Tolerance.
In the soft and soluble soil, in the brilliant spring flowers, and in the chirping of orioles, spring has landed on the earth.
In the early morning of spring, I went out for a walk and suddenly saw a bunch of pale yellow flowers. Look carefully, it is the Spring Festival, and a smile floats on the corner of my mouth. Oh! Spring is coming.
Everything is awake. The grass took off its yellow and gaunt coat and put on a bright green dress. Trees also spit out new buds, and peach blossoms and pear blossoms are blooming. Magnolia lifted the jade cup and opened white buds as snow. Everything is full of spring.
I breathe the fresh air with earth and flowers. Feel relaxed and happy. Spring is so intoxicating.
The birds are back! Sparrows that have been silent for a winter are twittering and discussing enthusiastically. Are we talking about complaining about winter, praising spring or longing for a better life? I don't know.
Willow is also very active, in this spring breeze like scissors, singing a string of white, inaudible and unclear flying catkins. The wicker fluttered in the wind, brushed the pond and stopped on the water, which attracted the fish to visit curiously.
Listening to the birds and watching the willows swaying slightly, I was intoxicated by the spring breeze, but suddenly I was a little sad. Spring is beautiful, but soon the flowers fade and the catkins are blown away. The beautiful scenery in front of us will eventually disappear, and none of us can retain it. What we can do is not to let him down and leave more beautiful memories in this beautiful spring. So in spring, I was intoxicated by the ink-scented book, the sunny playground and the picturesque nature. This makes my heart carefree and full.
Far away, an apricot poked its head out of the wall. In an instant, the warmth of spring penetrated into my heart, and I was intoxicated.
The next day, composition 6 bloom's flowers fell, like smoke and dreams; The sun rises and sets, as if intoxicated; If the world of mortals is swept away, the mountains and rivers are as strong as gold, the bells are mighty, the years are prosperous, and everything is just misty and rainy.
In retrospect, memory was inadvertently mentioned. Walking with time, the past fluttered with the wind, calling for endless hearts and missing for a moment, breaking the long-lost silence, leaving behind many poetic obscurity, apes and birds singing wildly and brimming with infinite romance.
Life is He Huan, and death is nothing to be afraid of! The reincarnation is alive, and life is not wasted. A lifetime is a lifetime, and a moment is a lifetime! As long as you live seriously, blinking is a lifetime! Never believe anything. Life cannot be perfect. Even animals know that you can't have your cake and eat it. You must learn to give it up in life! I gradually lost track of time, but I just tried my best to catch my thoughts. It is false to say that you don't care-rich people say that you don't care about love, because they can give up everything for their own career; The poor say that they don't care about money, which is false, because they often fail to meet expectations. There are always gains and losses in life. Man seems to dominate everything, but he can never dominate time. On the other hand, time often dominates everything.
The wheel of time turns slowly, and all creatures take on a new look. The budding soul has been unconsciously throbbing, gently catering to the wind, enjoying it as if nothing had happened, which undoubtedly adds a touch of bright color to life. Some dizzy feelings, the default inadvertently, a meteor across the sky; For us, the blink of an eye is enough to look forward to the future; For a meteor, a thousand light years is just to create human vision.
If the memory lingers, then choose eternity. Time records the dribs and drabs of everyone's growth. If you want to forget it, you will eventually seal it up. Gradually, history has changed, but the memory has been preserved because of the carelessness of time.
Time is accompanied by our steps and growth. When we get up from difficulties, time does not extend a hand to us, but encourages us. When we leap from success, time does not praise us, but gives us confidence; When we catch up with the pace of time, we find that our mood is not as good as before. Why?
At our age, Ruo Ban's five flavors of "sweet, sour, spicy and salty" always want to have a taste; At our age, like the climax in the sea, the waves are huge, but the enthusiasm is infinite; At our age, it is like a epiphyllum in September, mysterious and hazy, but full of flowers; At our age, it is as brilliant as peony, but it is confusing.
Life is only a few decades, but secular desires are included in it. What's the harm? When we are dying, we will fully understand that everything in life is just an empty dream.
When we have passed, loved and hated, we understand: don't look forward to the confused future, but grasp the present reality.
Behavior determines position, which is the answer I got after thinking.
Behavior and position, which position affects behavior? Or does behavior affect the position?
I think this question can only be answered by substituting it into life and quoting classics.
American President Roosevelt, before he became president, was already a disabled person who could not walk on his legs. However, he was not born with a disability. To save a boy, he lost his legs in a car accident. Besides, he lost his legs. Instead, he became the president of the United States with his will to strive for self-improvement. This is also a miracle. So, why did he create this miracle? Idle entertainment? By indulging himself, he is a very self-disciplined person and he is also very tolerant. Then, with these qualities, he should be a successful person.
Let's look at beggars on the street, who have hands and feet but don't go to work. They would rather beg without dignity than fill their stomachs with their own hands. Some people say that there is no job opportunity, so I want to ask, didn't the opportunity be spelled out by myself? Hard-working people will never starve to death anywhere. Only those who crave pleasure, are not motivated and are lazy will starve to death. Because they don't work hard, death is a matter of course.
Therefore, in my opinion, behavior is the basis for deciding a position. There is no glory of waiting, only beauty.
Natural selection, the survival of the fittest useless people, people who are not suitable for this world can only be eliminated. I want to send this sentence to everyone, including myself, because I am a lazy and enjoyable person. Therefore, I hate people like me, refuse to change, just enjoy themselves and indulge in false beauty. Such people can only be eliminated.
You should know that the ideal is beautiful and the reality is cruel. I can't write an article with gorgeous language and rich words. What I can do is to feed back the reality into my works. Only hard-working people deserve beauty.
If you do it, you may succeed, but if you don't do it, you will never succeed.
This is what I want to express. Behavior determines your position and diligence determines your life.
One of the greatest happiness in my life is that when I was in junior high school, I was assigned to Class 9. This class is full of energy. Please have a look.
I have many good friends, such as Lang Zhuoheng, Zhang Jingyu, Wu Sipei, Bian Guanghui, Xu Zhanxin, Ji Hao, Zhang Siyuan, and finally Zhu Xia. What I like best is that Zhu Xia is my best friend. He has a chubby face. He has seen Where is Dad Going 2 and looks like a "sister". Every time I see him, I can't help pinching Zhu Xia's face. He would say, "Well, pinch 100 yuan at a time." So I was even more "presumptuous", and he didn't ask me for it afterwards 100. After all, brothers are important. Zhu Xia and I are good at table tennis, almost the first in our class. Zhu Xia and I also met at the table tennis table. As for the last few, I don't have deep feelings for them, but we always go together after school. Speaking of Class 9, we must mention our great monitor-Xin Xuan? /p & gt；
Second: our monitor is our new monitor. He is very tall and gives people a dignified feeling. Every time he stands on the platform, the whole class suddenly becomes silent. If the whole class can't be quiet, he will say, "Who's talking? Write a comment 1000. " He spoke so loudly that the class immediately became quiet. You know, in my class, I always have to write a review and get deducted from the school. 5 points need to write 1000 sub-comments, which will be deducted to more than 2 points in the class, each with 200 words, so everyone is afraid of writing comments, but some people are used to writing comments, so write it like this. First he wrote that today's score had been deducted, and then he promised, like this: Come back later ... (n) I didn't know I had written enough words. Our monitor is very responsible. He came to maintain our discipline every time and didn't quarrel with him, so he was awarded the title of "excellent monitor" every year.
Thirdly, there are 8 class representatives in our class, Chinese class representative: Chen Liulin and, both of them are women, math class representative: Lang Zhuoheng and, both of them are men, English class representative: He Zhou, both of them are women, and physics class representative: Xu Zhanxin and, both of them are men.
Fourth: ourteacher I am the best school in Funing county, and the teachers are definitely first-class, especially the teachers in Class 9. Look, here they come. The first Chinese teacher who came in, the first impression the Chinese teacher gave us was: strict. When I first saw the Chinese teacher, I guessed that he was about 40 years old. He had a mole on his chin, but it didn't affect the teacher. The Chinese teacher is also the head teacher or director of the grade department of our class. He is as busy as a bee every day, but he often cares about the atmosphere in the class. If he feels wrong, he will say a few words before class. Teachers often say, "Don't have a few classes." Perhaps because the teacher is the director of the grade department, he is a bit fierce in class management. He invented comments. But, in class, he became amiable. Every time I ask someone to answer a question, whether it is right or not, the Chinese teacher always nods and finally adds, and our Chinese teacher is the first good Chinese teacher in the county, and the teaching level is undoubtedly first-class. Listening to the Chinese teacher is a pleasure. The second person who came in was our math teacher. He was a neat freak. Every time he came to the classroom and saw the desks in a mess, he asked Zhang Siyuan to tidy them. He also asked the blackboard to be particularly clean. Sometimes when I see that the blackboard is not clean, the teacher cleans it himself. Sometimes the teacher saw that the blackboard was dirty and left, so people took one. The math teacher is also very kind, calling us "Baby, sit down" every time. "Baby, don't be in a daze." The math teacher taught two classes. Probably because of his age, he was ill and rested for two months. During this time, we visited our teacher once. The third is our English teacher. The English teacher is the youngest teacher in our class. He always uses some "strange" methods to make us remember important knowledge points. Strange as it is, it works. The English teacher is also a versatile teacher. He taught us geography and English last semester and English and politics in other classes next semester. Do you think he is good? The friendship of classmates, the management of the monitor, the responsibility of class representatives and the perfect teaching level of teachers constitute the enviable 9 classes. I really hope Class 9 will last forever.
A year ago, I entered the long-awaited junior high school with my dream. Looking back, there are too many memories, laughter and tears, bitterness and sadness ... The careful teaching of teachers, the sincere friendship between classmates and the selfless care of parents are all echoing in my mind. The scene is so familiar, so fresh, so real, just like yesterday.
Being overwhelmed by junior high school homework, I rarely have free days, but I like to be alone in a daze and think quietly ... but I can't restrain my memories. Unconsciously indifferent smile or involuntary tears.
Once, once ...
When the bright and poetic moon appeared in the sky, my heart could not help feeling a little sad. I still remember the last time I saw the moon, I was with my good friends in primary school. We played games, chatted and watched the moon together in the park ... at that time, we really felt so happy. At that time, we were all so simple and ruthless. What about now? In the park where there is no one at night, only I look up at the bright moon as lonely as I do. No matter how many people don't have you, I still won't feel happy. No matter how bright and beautiful the moon is, who will feel beautiful without stars? I clearly remember every day and every memory we spent together. Night comes every day, but you can hardly see it.
The echo in my heart is the memory of being with you.
When I stay up reading, there will always be someone who carefully prepares hot milk tea for me and will gently say to me, "Drink it and watch!" " Don't be too late, go to bed early. "And I always ignore it. When I was wronged at school, I always cried to her when I came home, and she always patiently enlightened me. When I get excellent grades, she always says to me earnestly, "Don't be proud. "I never took it to heart. When I feel sick, she is always by my side, with an anxious face. She runs around for me every day, leaving early and returning late.
Deep echo, mother's contribution.
After school, the students ran happily on their way home, and the teachers drove in luxury cars on the wide concrete road. After dinner, I ran to school on a whim. The campus under the shadow of night is particularly quiet. A bright place was particularly dazzling, and I stumbled past it. This scene in front of me is something I never thought of, and I was shocked. He corrects our homework in the office. Looking at his tired figure and pale hair, I can't help feeling a little sad. Sometimes we speak ill of him behind his back, and sometimes we complain that the teacher made a mistake. But I never thought about his hard work. I have always hated writing, and I have a headache when I see books. But under his careful instruction, I fell in love with writing and composition books. He always encourages me and gives me confidence. Now my composition level is not bad.
Deep echo, the teacher's pure teaching.
Echo from the deep heart, your smile and company, mother's selfless dedication and care, teacher's careful teaching and encouragement.
Wisdom in life is everywhere. As long as we pay attention, wisdom is around you.
A donkey accidentally fell into a dry well, and the bottom was dark. He endured the pain and stood up slowly, but felt some stones and sand fall on him. It turned out that the construction team wanted to fill the well. The donkey shouted helplessly at the bottom of the well, but no one answered. When he was almost desperate, sand and stones inspired him: can I escape from the predicament without them? So the donkey first stabilized the falling sand, and with more and more sand, it gradually rose and finally escaped from the wellhead.
It can be seen that in life, people can only succeed if they don't shrink back in the face of difficulties and calm down to think about countermeasures. This is a kind of wisdom.
Li Ka-shing, the richest Chinese, is also a good example. When the financial crisis broke out, many people abandoned the real estate industry and devoted themselves to the booming catering industry in a short time. But Li Ka-shing said: "This is a short-sighted move for quick success and instant benefit. Although the real estate industry has declined recently, it will rebound in the future. " So regardless of the opposition of relatives and friends, I resolutely spent a lot of money to buy real estate.
Sure enough, a year later, real estate brought great economic value to Li Ka-shing, but he let go at this time and turned his attention to the navigation industry. As expected, Li Ka-shing, a visionary, succeeded again, and his personal assets actually ranked as the richest man in the country!
The wisdom of Li Ka-shing's success is that you can't go with the flow at any time, and you can't blindly follow the trend. You must make correct judgments and rational choices, and never be tempted by the immediate fame and fortune. You must consider the long-term and lay a solid foundation for future success!
Some people say; "This man is talented, and this man is stupid." I think wisdom has nothing to do with whether a person is smart or not. Wisdom is actually in life. As long as you pay attention to observation and think hard, wisdom belongs to you