100 words after reading the strings, and 100 words after reading the strings

I read the collection of works of modern writer Shi Tiesheng "Life is Like a String", which tells the story of a 70-year-old blind man who took a 17-year-old blind man to the countryside and villages, trekking through mountains and rivers, tirelessly talking and singing, and the strings on the shamisen were broken one after another. It turns out that fifty years ago, the old blind man's master said: Only when the strings that have been played reach 1,000 and use them as a medicine primer can the medicine that restore the sight of the eyes work.

The old blind man held the belief of "wanting to see what the world is like", and made a living by selling his relatives, and before he knew it, he finally collected enough thousand, and he excitedly took the medicine according to the prescription, but everyone said that he was holding a blank piece of paper. He was stunned! After sitting on the steps in front of the pharmacy for a few days and nights, I remembered what the master said when he was dying:

Remember, human life is like this string, you can only play it well when you tighten it, and it is enough to play it well. The old blind man suddenly remembered his apprentice, who knew that his death was near, but the boy was waiting for him to return.

It turned out that when they passed through a small mountain village, the little blind man fell in love with a girl at the beginning of his love, and the old blind man persuaded him not to think too well, precisely because he "saw" better than anyone else. Sure enough, when the old blind man rushed back, it was just when the little blind man was in pain, because his beloved girl was already married. When the little blind man came to his senses, he asked the old blind man:

Why are we blind? I want to see what the world looks like, too. The old blind man said:

If you want to regain your sight, you must break 1,200 strings and then use medicine to be effective. I'm mistaken, so my eyes are gone, you're still young, you have to play well. So they went about the streets as usual.

For Shi Tiesheng, who was disabled, he did not have Zhijian at first. Shi Tiesheng, who used to do everything possible to find an opportunity to commit suicide, would not have thought that he would have been recognized by so many people on this day. It is precisely because it has found a good reason to live.

He chose to write, and writing became his way of life. It can be said that he was forced by life to take the path of literature, but he went further than others, and it is because of human defects that God is perfect. Because of his disability, he has more opportunities to think; It is precisely because of his disability that he pays more attention to the human spirit; It is precisely because of his disability that he understands the living conditions of human beings; All these have forged a long-term literary path for him, and he has gone further and further.

After reading "Destiny Like a String", one knows more about how important it is to find a reason to live for oneself.

Someone once said: "To live, is to be born, to live!" "The hardships of life are a difficult topic for everyone. What is life like for me, I started to fight or understand this topic from Stetson's "The Strings of Bitter Fate".

In "Fate as a String", the old blind man's master left a prescription and told him that he could only catch the medicine if he broke a thousand strings, and that he could see things if he took the medicine. This prescription supported the old blind man through dozens of springs, summers, autumns and winters. Finally, he snapped a thousand pieces, and when he went to grab the medicine with joy, he learned that the prescription was just a blank piece of paper.

He tried by all means to find the little blind man and said to her, "I have misremembered the empty army, it is 1,200 roots!" ”。

He understood that this blank piece of paper was the hope of their master and apprentice, and he asked his apprentice to "always pull the strings of joy and dance, and not have to think about the wordless note".

The old blind man quickly aged and died. Because the hope of supporting his survival was in vain. The little blind man lived strongly, and played the piano happily, for the hope of restoring his light was still in sight.

There is nothing more cruel to a person than to lose his purpose in life. The strings vibrate and sing day by day, and as long as the strings continue, the notes of life will not stop beating. When the strings break, so do the heartstrings.

Each of us is a boundless field in our hearts, and we need a lot of colors and a lot of hope to support the rhythm of life. If there is no purpose, there is no hope of life, and life itself has become a symbol of dead silence, let alone the lonely heart rhythm?