Being able to enjoy fishing without caring about the fish will make a person happy, a group healthy, and a society successful. There are many scholars in the United States who work in one school for their entire lives, for decades. For example, the University of Pennsylvania will support 108 retired old professors this year; some of these professors have served the University of Pennsylvania for at least a quarter of a century, and some have served for forty years. It’s not that Americans have particularly long patience, it’s that they find infinite fun in the work itself and feel that they are intoxicated by the singing of birds, the fragrance of flowers, and the beauty of mountains and clear waters. As for whether there was a fish under the fishing rod, they forgot. Of course, people in this realm cannot reproduce the concept of fame and fortune. When Einstein first arrived in Princeton, his boss asked him how much his annual salary was. He said five thousand was about the same. Five thousand yuan a year is the level for a recent graduate of the physics department. The person in charge said: "If I give you an annual salary of five thousand yuan, it will be difficult to give it to others. Please think about it for our sake and let's reluctantly set an annual salary of fifteen thousand yuan." ” In fact, Einstein often forgot to cash his check, just like an angler catching a fish and throwing it into the water. They never considered these trivial matters. Not only do scientists forget about the size of their salaries, but sometimes even when opportunities for huge salaries and huge profits come, they are as insignificant as clouds of smoke in their eyes. Lawrence, who invented the atomic impactor, when he first invented it, some people said that if he applied for a patent, he would make more money than Watt, but he only smiled, as if he said that if he had the time to apply for a patent, he would still have more impact. Atoms. Precisely because it is based on the concept that fishing is better than fishing, there will be no habit of climbing up, nor will there be a culture of becoming an official through learning and excellence. Once every scholar discovers his or her interests, he will always bring this interest to the next level. From the grave, Shaq, who invented the polio vaccine, recently told people: "What I know for sure is this: scientists are not politicians. I am not a star. Let me go back to the laboratory." However, it is not for fish. A fisherman often catches big fish, because he is at the waterside all year round and often encounters them by chance. He is not like a "smart" man who fishes for fish because of the trees, and his efforts are in vain. It was already noon, and the old man rowed back in his boat. As usual, he carried his two small fish, stepped ashore, smiled at me, and said, "I am fishing, not fish." The old man's back He disappeared into the green bushes on the hillside, only to be illuminated by the sun. His hair color and the fish scales shimmered silver. I was thinking: "Actually, life is just a game of fishing by the not-so-quiet water, and the fish come from there!" - Chen Zhifan's "Fishing is Better than Fishing" Zhu Ziqing's father's back, I am Go, it’s more complicated than a 10-yuan 10th degree equation, and the philosophy contained in it needs to be scooped out. Do you know how many scoops can be scooped out? There is a saying that says there is only three thousand weak water, so I will take a scoop. What does this mean? Three thousand ladles! If you take a scoop, it will be enough for you and N for many years. Isn't this philosophical enough? Hometown: Give up silently, give up a favorite but undestined friend; give up a certain feeling of investment but no gain; give up a certain spiritual expectation; give up a certain thought. At this time, a kind of sadness will arise, but this sadness does not prevent you from starting over, listening to the music again in the new time and space, and telling the story again! Because this is a natural farewell and giving up, it is full of detached spirit, so it is sad and beautiful! There was a feeling that I wanted to make it forever. After many years, I found that it had gradually disappeared. Then I understood: What we hold in our hands is not necessarily what we really have; what we have is not necessarily what we really have in mind! In fact, many times in life you need to consciously give up! There are too many beautiful things in the world. We have been yearning for and pursuing the beauty we do not have. Busy in order to obtain. In fact, what you really need can only be understood after many years of experience, and you may even spend your entire life without knowing where it will end! And for the good things we already have, we have a sense of anxiety and worry because of the experience of often gaining and losing them. The sigh of the setting sun, the worries of flowers blooming and falling, life is inherently unhappy, because when we have it, we may be losing it, and when we give it up, we may be gaining it again. In fact, we cannot have absolute certainty about everything. If you deliberately pursue and possess, it will be difficult to get rid of the misunderstanding of worrying about gains and losses. Therefore, life needs to sublimate a quiet and detached spirit.
People who understand know how to give up, people who are sincere know how to sacrifice, and happy people know how to transcend! "I didn't come to this world because of you, but I am more attached to this world because of you! If I can be with you, I will be grateful for this world. If I can't be with you, I will walk away silently, But I still won’t lose my love and gratitude for this world. I am grateful to God for allowing me to meet and part with you, to complete a poem created by God!” Life has given us endless sorrow and also given us eternal answers. So, An Ran gives up and sticks to detachment! No matter how the worldly life changes, no matter what personal choices are, no matter how heavy the things in our hands are, we are brave even though we are escaping, and we are happy even though we are sad! We are walking towards the depths of life as usual, we are gradually giving up and becoming firmer as usual! Here are some beautiful philosophical essays recommended to you: "Embracing Winter" Autumn has gone and winter has begun. Facing winter, are you afraid of it? When the cold comes, are you willing to bow your head? Do you still miss the warmth of spring? Do you still miss the beauty of summer? Do you still miss the bleakness of autumn? Facing the roaring wind, do you sigh and reluctantly accept it? Be like a ghost in Pu Songling's works, let go of fame and fortune, let go of love and hatred, embrace winter, and overcome difficulties hand in hand with will. A temple abbot once said this when giving a lecture: The only way to go up is to let go. The journey of life is difficult and unpredictable, short and hasty. How can we enjoy the beautiful scenery of Lvtu Land while carrying our baggage? How can we realize our soul’s deepest desires? A few words can explain life to the sky. Then why don't we do what the host said: gently release your hands, put down the umbrella that protects you from the wind and rain, open your arms, raise your face, and greet the storm with a smile. No matter how much you are reluctant to give up... But letting go does not mean giving up. Letting go is for better progress. Let go of temptation and give up possessions, your steps will become light and your mind will become broad. When dusk covers the fields and fills the sky, there is no moonlight or stars, are you still disappointed in your heart? If so, don’t worry, just open your heart to the wilderness and watch the night go... When the dawn breaks through the night, you successfully embrace the winter and embrace the depth of your heart that has never been explored before. Sadness, pain. At this time, you can store it permanently on the highest mountain in your memory... Winter has passed, can spring be far behind? I am very important (Bi Shumin) When I say the words "I am very important" , a shiver ran through the back of his neck. I know that this is putting my forehead under the bow and arrow, and my heart is easily hurt by other people's criticism. For many years, no one dared to say that he was "important" in broad daylight. The education we have received since childhood is -----"I am not important." As an ordinary soldier, I am not important compared with the glorious victory. As a weak individual, I am not important compared with the strong collective. As a dedicated woman, I am not important compared to the entire family. As a member of human beings everywhere, we are not important compared with precious materials. We - to put it simply, every single "I" - are important or not? I am made up of the essence of countless stars, sun, moon, vegetation, mountains and rivers. As long as we calculate how much grain we eat and how much water we drink in our lifetime to condense into this beautiful body, we will definitely be surprised by the huge number. On weekdays, we still have to cherish a grain of rice and a leaf of vegetables. How can we take the spirit of all living things nourished by billions of grains of rice and billions of drops of nectar? When I saw Beijing in the museum When I saw the ape-man's narrow forehead and convex kiss, I was dejected by the roughness of the primitive period of human beings. The stone tools they crafted with great care look like very simple toys to today's eyes. Now that very young children can master language, we realize how far humans have come on the road to evolution. Our heads are a piece of history, and the traces of countless ancestors’ progress are stored deep in our minds. We are the latest green leaves to sprout on the trunk of a billion-year-old tree. We not only belong to ourselves, but also to the land. The fire of the human spirit is an endless chain. As a delicate link, if we deny our own importance, we are shirking a sacred commitment. Looking back at the process of our birth, the chimera of two sets of prenatal genes is full of chance that humans cannot grasp. Each one of us is a product of opportunity.
I often think that if it were another man and another woman, I would never be who I am today... Even if this man and this woman fell in love another time, I would never be who I am now... It is this man and this woman at this moment, because of the interruption of a small fallen leaf or the crisp cry of a bird, there may still be no me like this... An imagination that makes people feel sad and even go into fear, like fog. The feeling of kindness inevitably rises slowly, blurring our origin and destination, forcing people to stop thinking abruptly. Our lives sit at the top of the pyramid of probability. In the face of the miraculous creations of nature, do we still have the right and qualification to say that I am not important? For our parents, we will always be unique and unrepeatable. No matter how many children they have, we are all unique. If I don't exist, they will leave only a piece of love, floating in the wind like spider threads. If I get sick, their hearts will shrink into stones, and they will pray to God countless times for my recovery, and even hope that the pain will come to them ten times more intensely in exchange for my peace. Every drop of my success is like passing through a magnifying glass, entering their pupils and capturing their hearts. If we leave before them, their white hair will hang from sunrise to sunset, and their tears will swell the Pacific Ocean. Faced with this unbearable family affection, do we still dare to say that I am not important? Our memories are closely intertwined with our partners, like two colors mixed on a plate, which can no longer be separated. You were originally yellow, and I was originally blue. Our most common color is green, which is so vibrant and green. A man who has lost his wife lacks the ribs in his chest that are the key to life and death. His atrium is throbbing, and blood drips with every breeze. A woman who has lost her husband is like a zither string that has been chopped and broken, each one singing to itself for a long time in the rainy night... Facing the comrades who support each other, can we have the heart to say that I am not important? To our children, we are the supreme and supreme one. We are their original universe, we are the unfathomable ocean. If we hide away, our children will never lose the unparalleled love of blood. The sky will tilt to the northwest, the earth will sink to the southeast, and there will be no recovery. Broken plates can stick together, but broken childhood can never be restored. The wound was bleeding, and there was no mother's hand to bandage it. Faced with a choice, there is no father's wisdom to guide him... Facing future generations, do we have the courage to say that I am not important? When getting along with friends, many years of acquaintance enable us to make friends with just a slight frown and a twitch of eyelashes. I can understand the other person's mood. If I am no longer there, it will be like the computer losing a file that has not been copied, leaving an unfillable black hole in his memory bank. In the dead of night, after pressing a few phone key codes, my fingers suddenly stopped. There was no need to recite the string of numbers silently anymore. During holidays, she wrote stacks of greeting cards. When it was my turn to address, she closed her eyes... After a long time, she filled out a greeting card with no address but only name, and burned it in the wind where no one was. Close friends who have known each other for many years are like ancient pottery in the desert. If one piece is broken, one piece will be lost, and the same finished product will never be found again. In the face of such friendship, are we still embarrassed to say that I am not important? I am important. I am the indispensable master of my work and career. My original ideas soar in the sky like a flock of doves, and only I can catch their feathers. My ideas are scattered on the beach like pearls, waiting for me to string them together with golden thread. My will stretches forward, until the distance where the horizon disappears... No one can replace me, just like I can't replace others. I am important. I whispered to myself. I am not used to announcing this statement loudly. We have lived in unimportance for too long. I am important. I repeated it. The sound amplified a bit. I heard my heart beating violently at this call. I am important. I finally announced this loudly to the world. After a while, I heard echoes from the mountains and rivers. Yes, I am important. Each of us should have the courage to say this. Our status may be humble and our status may be small, but this does not mean that we are unimportant. "Importance is not a synonym for greatness, it is the soul's commitment to life." For a newborn sapling, every leaf is important; for a gestating embryo, every chromosome fragment is important. Even a space shuttle flying around the world can explode in the air because of a leakage of an oil seal rubber ring. Can you say it is not important? People often judge whether we are important from the perspective of career success.
But I want to say that as long as we work hard at all times and strive for the light, we are living an extremely important life. Let us hold our heads high and declare loudly to the countless creatures on our beautiful planet----------I am important.