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There is a person who travels a lot and often can't buy a ticket for the right seat. But no matter how long or short the distance, no matter how crowded the car is, he can always find a seat.

His solution is actually very simple, which is to patiently find it from car to car. It may not sound like a clever idea, but it works. Each time, he was ready to go from the first car to the last, but every time he didn't have to go to the end to find an empty seat.

That's because, he said, there aren't many passengers like him who are struggling to find a seat. Often, there were a few seats left in the carriage in which he was seated, and in the aisles and joints of the other carriages, it was overcrowded.

Most passengers, he said, are easily fooled by the superficial phenomenon of crowding one or two cars, and don't think much about the opportunities for providing seats in the dozens of stops that flow up and down the train's dozen doors; Even if they thought about it, they didn't have the patience to look for it. A small foothold in front of you is easy for most people to be satisfied with, and some people feel that it is not worth it to squeeze around with their bags for a seat or two. They were also worried that if they couldn't find a seat, they wouldn't even have a place to stand when they turned around.

Like some people in life who are content with the status quo and do not want to make progress and are afraid of failure, they can only stay at the starting point without success, most of these passengers who are unwilling to take the initiative to find a seat can only stand at the initial place when they get on the bus until they get off the train.

Enlightenment: Self-confidence, perseverance, vision, and diligence in practice will make you have a ticket to the journey of life forever.

The discovery of spring.

Spring is a season full of vitality and a beautiful season, and this year's spring, like a graceful and naughty little girl, deliberately belatedly came. The plan of the year lies in the spring, the spring breeze blows, everything recovers, and the hard-working people are busy plowing and sowing seeds of hope for the fruitful fruits of the autumn.

Although, in the spring, his first footsteps are always in the city in the cold of the world and the earth. However, it shatters the glacier, softens and softens all things, and makes every beautiful new full of fantasy and hope.

In my sleep, I dimly heard the little swallow chirping "chirp, chirp". Oh! It turned out that spring was coming. I walked out of the house. After the spring rain, the air was very sweet and fresh, and I breathed deeply and felt it.

The breeze blew slightly, a drizzle like hair fell from the sky, and thousands of soft willows stretched their muscles and bones. Look at! The fragile and delicate grass is breaking through the ground, greedily sucking the milk of spring.

The big trees that have been baptized by winter are vying to sprout new branches. The three banyan trees in front of the house began to grow some tender green leaves, as if they were wearing a new hat, which was so beautiful, and the birds were jumping around on the trees. The delicate azaleas bloomed so brightly, swaying her soft body in the spring breeze.

The little frog squatted on the lotus industry in the pond, "croak, croak", as if to say to humans: "Spring is coming, spring is coming!" "The little tadpole is playing freely in the water again.

What a spring scene!

Spring is so beautiful, spring is so lovely. In the spring, she gave life to people and gave me hope.

"Flower Demolition" Zhang Xiaofeng prose.

The bud is a pupa and is a condensed beauty that is unshown and unspoiled. The flower bud is the riddle of the first month, and there can be a thousand riddles before you guess it. The bud is a fetus that seems to be drowning in ignorance, but sometimes likes to confirm itself with strong fetal movements.

The beauty of the flower lies in its creation out of nothing, in its poor changes. Sometimes, overnight, the flowers are dismantled, and sometimes, in half a morning, the flowers are fat, and the beauty of the flowers is not all in the color and fragrance, but in the incredible. I like to sit cautiously and open the epiphany, in fact, the epiphany is not too good-looking a flower, its beauty lies in the desert association of its cactus life experience, and the mourning brought by its sudden death, but the opening of the epiphany is a solid beauty, like a love story, beauty in the process, not in the end.

There is a kind of moon-yellow epiphany, called "Queen of the Night", every time it shudders, it will shake out a bang, like the sound of embroidery and hail after the spring child tightens the embroidery needle, all the delicate silk, suddenly followed by a shock, that scene often makes people dare not look at it for a long time - after a long time, I can't help but believe the flower essence and fancy statement.

I often leave before the flowers are full, and as soon as the flowers stop dismantling, death begins.

One day, when I am old and can't see the flowers, I would like to take a bunch of small spring pillows with mulberry pillows as the receiver, listen to the telecommunications of the grass and thousands of flowers, and know the ** of the flowers every night.