How many choices in life need us to answer and how many fork roads need us to go through. Every choice is right, because it has no correct answer, and its answer needs to be created by yourself. At every intersection, there must be an ownership and a abandonment. The regret that we can't have will make us shrink even more, but what we need more is to do our best to finish this road and look back. This road is more beautiful than before. This is my effort.

The road of life is an endless answer sheet, which contains endless multiple-choice questions. In the ABC or even more choices, you can only choose one and give up more forever. Therefore, learning to give up is also a compulsory course in our life.

Learn to give up before you can unload the burden of life, go into battle lightly, and wait for the turn of life safely to weather the ups and downs; Because you know how to give up, you can have a maturity, and you will live more fully, calmly and easily.

I remember when I was in primary school, once, the teacher put an opportunity for a composition contest in front of me, but I ended up with three short words "I give up", so I passed by this opportunity. Maybe I should blame me for being so timid at that time, but I didn't regret it, because later, I found that the students who participated in the competition came back with excellent results. At this time, I realized that I was right to give up: she needed this opportunity more than me and could complete this task better than me!

Maybe one day (this day may be a long time later), you suddenly find that what I gave up before is so beautiful. However, it should be noted that we should have a choice when giving up. Don't give up blindly. We should learn to abandon the bad and be good. )

Yes, life is like a play. Everything is the only director of your own life. Only by learning to give up can you understand life, laugh at it and have a vast realm of life. Let's do our best to make the beautiful abandonment more valuable!

Learn to give up, bury your sadness in your heart and leave the best laughter;

Learn to give up, bury the loss in your heart and leave the best memories;

Learn to give up and let everyone have a beautiful footprint!

It turns out that giving up is so beautiful!

The mind is also beautiful.

I once read a story about a beautiful young mother who had a daughter like an angel. The child was smart, beautiful and lovely. She is four years old and just started kindergarten. Children go to the kindergarten to have breakfast every day, but the mother, because of her busy work, can only drive her children to the kindergarten, and has no time to take care of breakfast, so that she gets stomach trouble. Knowing this, the child said to his mother when he came home one night, "Mom, I want to give you a gift!" " Say that finish, hung a happy expression on his face. The mother was surprised that the child would have a gift for her? "What is it?" He said. At this time, the child took out a big steamed stuffed bun from behind and said, "Mom didn't eat in the morning, so she got sick. I can't let her get sick. If she eats it, she will get well." I left it this morning, so eat it! " Say, the steamed stuffed bun manuscript mother's eyes. The mother froze, and such a small child didn't eat much food for her all morning, so she stayed until noon! When the mother's nose was sour, she took the child into her arms.

What a lovely child, for the sake of his mother's health, he endured hunger by himself.

This Sunday, the mother took her children to the park as usual. At this time, the mother can be alone with her children on the only day of the week, and the father of the child often travels, so he can't always accompany the mother and daughter. The mother bought a lot of delicious food for her child, and the child flew around her like a swallow. Tired of walking, they sat on the stone bench, and someone threw the waste on the ground next to them. Mother got up and picked it up and threw it into the dustbin. Mother smiled with relief. They walked together, and the child picked up one, with a sweaty face and dark hands. The mother took out a paper towel to wipe the child's little hand, wiped the sweat off her head and took her home. The mother didn't drive, and the two of them walked. As a reward, the mother bought ice cream for her daughter. After eating it, the child saw a trash can across the road and took her to the intersection and said to her, "Mom, I'll cross the road and throw it myself." Mother nodded acquiescently and looked at her with encouraging eyes. When the child waited for the green light to light, she quickly walked to the opposite side. She looked back at her mother. At this moment, a car galloped over and knocked the child to the ground. She fell in a pool of blood, and her mother rushed up behind her and took the child to the hospital.

The child failed to be rescued and flew to heaven; Mother is crazy, and there is no crumb in this street from now on. Mother keeps picking it up day and night ... People treasure the sorbet paper dyed red in their children's hands, because it leaves a most beautiful heart.

Frustration is also beautiful.

When a person is on his way to success, there are many dangerous or bumpy roads on his way to victory. The successful person will move on, while the unsuccessful person chooses to give up.

The bumpy road is just like the difficulties and setbacks encountered in the effort. Although they will prevent you from success, as long as you overcome these difficulties and setbacks, the door to success has been opened for you. Now successful people who have not encountered setbacks, continue to work hard and challenge towards success! Edison, a famous modern inventor, failed thousands of times when he invented the electric light, but he didn't give in to setbacks, and he still persevered. Everything comes to him who waits, and he finally finished his invention.

In fact, setbacks are not terrible. What is terrible is that you don't have the courage to compete with setbacks. If you overcome setbacks, it means you have succeeded. Setbacks are like bright stars at night, which indicates that tomorrow will be a sunny day. However, there is a price to pay for overcoming setbacks. How much you pay, how much you gain. It's all on your own. Success is fair to everyone. If you want to succeed, don't be afraid of setbacks. Frustration is like testing yourself. If you pass the test, it means that you are closer to success.

Frustration is not as terrible as you think, but it is also beautiful.

Failure is also beautiful.

I want to make beef and peanut candy at night. After a lot of grinding, I finally got my mother to sell me marshmallows. I cooked the peanuts and asked my mother to help me peel the peanuts on the condition that I could eat them while peeling them. As a result, when I melted sugar and added milk powder, I burnt the sugar and the milk powder was cooked. What should I do? Add some water to the plate and let's steam it. This steaming is good, the glue of cotton candy is not sticky, how can we make beef candy? You can't leave peanuts there, no matter what, just pour peanuts inside and stir them, wrap them in plastic wrap and make cakes and stuff them in the refrigerator. Don't let others watch, just pretend that I didn't make this candy ~ ~ Later, my mother asked, is it ready? Please bring me a piece to taste ~ ~ It scared me, and quickly said it was cold in the refrigerator, so I'll eat it tomorrow! Why did she remember that I made sugar?

This is my failed work ~ ~ (record the growth footprint @) Don't lose confidence in the candy made of beef and peanuts ~ It was delicious. In color, well, it should be white, but my marshmallow is colored, and I got a little burnt, so ... Hehe.

We are not discouraged because the sugar is not ready. Come on, explore the use of gelatin ~ then make a tea frozen cake! Cut the cake at home, and finally cut out a round cake with a big bowl bottom. The rest of the corner waste was put in a plate. Sweat ~ ~ Then the green tea was dissolved in gelatin and poured into the bowl. I also sprinkled some peanuts in it (the rest of the peanut candy was just made, so saving is the most important ~). Ha, please wait for my tea frozen cake to come out ~ As a result, I have seen it n times so far. How come it doesn't mean anything about freezing?

It seems that I am not suitable for making West Point ~. ~

The last attempt tonight-cold rice noodles! I've made up my face and now I'm awake in the refrigerator. Just chatting with a net friend, he said that he had made cold rice noodles, but this step is not the same as mine. God is my witness, I really followed the recipe ~ unless the recipe is wrong, too! God bless ~ Amitabha ~ Let my face become a cold noodle tomorrow, ok?

Failure in trying to live, but not depressed, but quite fun.

It lies in the process and in the mind. A serious, happy and thoughtful process; Sunny, beautiful and full of love ~ ~

Full of happiness ~ ~ Tomorrow ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Keep trying!

Failure is also beautiful.

In this world, everyone hopes that his ideal can be realized and his career can be successful. Even his friends' wishes are: all one's wishes come true, and he will succeed immediately.

Although no one wants to face failure, in many cases, we have pursued it persistently and worked hard, but we still can't get the favor of success. My friend, please don't lose heart at this time. You know, anything in the world, as long as you have been persistent and pursued, will find hidden by-products behind them. You pursue love, but love doesn't come. As a result, you become a poet, and poetry becomes a by-product hidden behind love. You pursue happiness, but you don't get it. As a result, you become a wise man, and wisdom becomes a by-product behind happiness.

Zhang Ji, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, was once a loser in the face of the "imperial list". It was because of his disappointment, disappointment and disappointment that he wrote the famous poem a night-mooring near maple bridge. Thousands of years have passed, and the scholars of that year have long since disappeared into obscurity, but this failed poet has a long history. There is also Pu Songling, who has been repeatedly defeated in the examination room, who lives in seclusion in Shan Ye, with a book as his companion, and writes a masterpiece of ghosts, Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio, which is deeply loved by people.

Not all the results are successful. Success is good, but failure does not mean disillusionment. In this world, there is no failure for pursuers. Even if they can't realize their original dreams, they will get some by-products hidden behind their dreams. The value of these by-products sometimes even far exceeds the value of their dreams. If you are struggling for your dream now, don't stop. Unexpected surprises may come tomorrow.

Therefore, don't be devastated in the face of failure, because failure may bring you another surprise; Accumulate the experience of failure into experience, and failure is wealth; Learning failure as a lesson, failure is a rare resource. Only by being there can we truly realize that failure is sometimes the most beautiful song in life.

Suffering is also beautiful.

I remember a great man said: When you succeed, please don't forget those who have hurt you.

In my life, the first memory in my brain is that my father was lying on the door panel and his wrist was burnt by electricity. At that time, I was less than three years old. At the age of three, my mother remarried. My grandparents didn't want me to be a drag bottle, but they just left me with them.

My mother left after quarreling with my grandparents. I don't know who was right or wrong. In short, after that, they never talked again. It was not until the year of my grandfather's death that my mother came as my daughter-in-law. When I grow up, I sometimes go to stay with my mother for a few days. My mother will greet me like a child for a while. My mother didn't make me a pair of shoes or a complete pair of pants. Only when I was in the second day of junior high school, I paid 15 yuan and my mother paid 10 yuan to buy me a pair of pants of 25 yuan. This is the only pair of pants that my mother bought for me since I can remember. My mother said, "You only paid 15 yuan." I had a good cry.

I didn't go to my mother because I missed her, nor did I want pocket money. My mother never gave me pocket money.

When my mother remarried, the village signed an agreement: raise me until I was sixteen. That is, I have to pay my grandparents alimony every year. My grandparents didn't ask for it, and my mother naturally wouldn't give it. When I go to my mother's place, the most painful thing is to ask for tuition every semester. Asking my mother or uncle (step-dad) for money has made me suffer for more than ten years, so that today I never dare to ask my leader for anything, and I can't open my mouth. Every semester's tuition is given by my uncle, and my mother doesn't care about the money. It is often like this: the day before school starts, I was at my mother's place, and I was uneasy. I couldn't ask for money, but my uncle said, I won't give it if you don't ask. When I finally got up the courage to open my mouth, my uncle often said no, so I had to cry. Once in my memory, I chased my mother for tuition, but she said no, and I followed her wherever she went. My mother was by the river, and I chased her to the river and said, Hey, there is a penalty (do you have it)? Kind of intimidating. Maybe it's my virtue that I don't please my mother, so it's always difficult for me to get tuition later.

I found that I am a beggar, at least a beggar. The pain of my life!

Great maternal love is not available in my emotional world. I always comfort myself that no mother in the world does not love her son. Even so, I still can't balance myself.

I lived with my grandparents. After my grandfather died, only my grandmother and I were left. We had a grain ration of seven cents per acre. My uncle and three aunts helped to complete this grain ration field. My situation made me start transplanting rice at the age of eight, and at the age of fourteen, I began to plow my own fields and make my own rice fields. My farm work is very attractive in double robbing the farm. At that time, my family had to plant, and my uncle and sister-in-law helped me with the seven-acre field, so I also wanted to help with the field. My mother also urged me to help because I took her tuition for two semesters a year. I often have to start from the first double robbery to the end of the last double robbery, usually for two weeks, and those two weeks are the days of hell. I am not only exhausted, but also criticized. I often help this family, and that family is unhappy. I don't even have a good face when I see it.

On the night of the double robbery, my uncle's family, my grandmother's grandfather, my mother, uncle and my sister had dinner at a round table, and they all had the same topic. They asked me to help my mother farm, not others. So one said, you are your mother's son. You depend on your mother for food. If you don't help your mother, who will you help? Who paid for the tuition? ……

Who can understand my suffering? ! I threw the bowl chopsticks and put them on the round table and cried all the time. That year, I was in junior high school.

When I was in junior high school, my grades were quite good. I told myself that I must study. Even before the entrance examination, I said to myself: If you fail, drink pesticides. My uncle's attitude towards me is: I'll read it for you if I'm admitted to a secondary school, and I won't read it if I don't pass the exam. It's impossible for me to read it for you in a high school. Later, another item was added: only two thousand at most.

In the early 1990s, I was successfully admitted to the secondary school, the public expense line, the second place in the whole school, and the tuition fee was 1,800 yuan. My mother gave me 1,800 yuan, and besides, I didn't have any living expenses. Maybe she didn't have the habit of giving pocket money. A year later, I used up my savings (the usual lucky money, pocket money given by my grandmother and aunt) before asking my mother for it. My mother was surprised: Why do I still need living expenses? After that, she gave me a monthly 60 yuan. At that time, the food was: 1.5 to 2 yuan per meal.

After three years of technical secondary school, I took the junior college exam again. I must read it. I wrote a letter to my family, which said: I will find a way to pay for my tuition. I was so desperate that year. The tuition fee for the first year of junior college is 4,400 yuan. I borrowed 1,000 yuan from my aunt and 1,000 yuan from my sister. I usually saved a little (in summer, I saved money by catching yellow owls, snakes and snakeheads), which was almost 4,400 yuan. When I left, my mother gave me 200 yuan, which probably meant something.

My mother, I never understood. When I feel sad, I always comfort myself like this: my mother is a rural peasant woman who has never read a book, so I can't ask her too much; Thanks to my mother's pain, I have a job and life that I think is full today; People are forced out, forced by circumstances, and so am I.

Therefore, suffering is sometimes a kind of beauty, depending on how you treat it.

Lies are also beautiful.

Clearly thin, twelve years old, looks like at most ten years old. There always seems to be something hidden in big eyes. Today, I am afraid to go to school, but I always have to go to school. He didn't dare to think much about yesterday.

Obviously, there is only dad, and dad is blind. He loves his father very much. Dad is so handsome that you can't see that he is blind without looking carefully. He never understood where his mother had gone and how his father's eyes were invisible. When he was very young, he asked his father.

Can dad tell the young children a sad story about life and death left over from that wild age? Can you tell the child that a seven-foot man lost his light forever because of emotional torture? Dad just kept silent. The water in those big eyes scared Mingming, and he didn't feel anything to ask his father anymore.

However, yesterday, the child's scarred heart shed another drop of blood. In Chinese class, the teacher asked a classmate to explain the word "open your eyes". The child thought for a moment and smiled and said, isn't that the obvious father? His eyes are wide open but he can't see anything. Everyone laughed, and Mingming's heart sobbed. He really wanted to escape from the classroom. Although the beautiful female teacher severely stopped everyone, she didn't say a word for a whole afternoon.

Today's composition class is entitled "My Home". This topic made Mingming's heart tremble again. Father and mother used to work in the same factory. When he was a child, his parents often took him out to play, and his mother often told him good stories. Later, there was a fire in the factory, and mom and dad risked their lives to put out the fire. Mom died, dad's eyes were burnt out, and he would never hear the story again ...

The next day, when the teacher commented on the composition, Mingming kept his head down. Suddenly, he heard the teacher reading his composition in an emotional voice. The students turned their eyes to him.

After class, his classmates surrounded him, praising his parents as heroes ... After several days, they obviously got the love from different contacts. Gradually, a smile appeared on his face.

Two weeks later, in another Chinese class, the preparatory bell rang and the female teacher stepped into the classroom, obviously crying. Everyone is asking Mingming, did his parents save the fire? A child heard it from somewhere, saying that he had lied to everyone, and his parents had not saved the fire. The female teacher watched this scene.

The next day, the female teacher began to lecture. One minute before class, she glanced at the class with her eyes, and then said quietly, "I want to tell my classmates that he is a good student and he is not lying."

A week later, one evening, Mingming appeared in the office. He shook his lips and said, "Teacher, that composition is mine ..."

The female teacher was silent. She gently dried her tears for Mingming and held him in her arms: "Son, you are not wrong." The voice is also gentle. A big tear fell down the beautiful cheek into the cold hand.