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Are you used to receiving care and concern from strangers?

Sat, 18 Jul 2026 17:56:30 +0800

　　Are you used to the concern of strangers?

　　Obviously, I wasn't at first. Whenever a stranger entered my space, I would become extremely wary.

　　Some say that only those who lack security are so vigilant, and I can readily admit that I lack security myself. But equally, it's true that one should always be cautious, isn't it?

　　You can't coldly reject someone's well-intentioned concern; at least, I can't. In the world, even two friends go from strangers to acquaintances; no one can truly isolate themselves from the world. Although I'm used to being alone, I can't go to a quiet place and never interact with anyone. Strangers are strangers because you don't know them, and they don't know you; there's a vast distance between you. I think that as long as you bridge that distance, and the other person's concern is well-intentioned, you shouldn't be considered strangers anymore!

　　I used to be taciturn and socially awkward; I was incredibly introverted. I always avoided strangers, even if I knew they meant me no harm. I rarely wrote in my diary because I felt it was unnecessary; I preferred to keep everything bottled up inside. But as I grew older, I realized that it's important to make friends and interact with the outside world. This enriches your social experience and qualifications.

　　Are you used to the concern of strangers?

　　Since my old illness came on, since it forced me to take a break from school, since I received call after call from the hospital, I think what I wasn't used to will eventually become a habit…

　　(The End)

The unchanging "beauty"

Fri, 17 Jul 2026 17:56:11 +0800

　　Looking back and reflecting on the present, labor remains an enduring source of beauty.

　　The very word "labor" inspired the creation of stone tools and the emergence of pottery. You are a passion for everyone; the ancient, timeless murals of Dunhuang present you, depicting farmers plowing and planting rice in the fields—a scene still beautiful.

　　In "Peach Blossom Spring," people toil diligently, free from war, the sounds of chickens filling the air—a veritable paradise. You have been praised by countless poets. I still remember Li Bai's description in "Seventeen Songs of Autumn" of you: "Bright moon and clear sky, songs echoing through the cold river." Zhang Ji's "People cross the plank bridge, the sound of the spring; roosters crow at midday under the thatched eaves" in "Mountain Home" is even more beautiful.

　　And because of your hardship, so many have begun to study. Kuang Heng studied by the light of a hole in the wall; Sun Jing studied by hanging himself; Su Qin studied by piercing his own bones. In the end, Kuang Heng became a learned scholar, and Sun Jing and Su Qin became famous statesmen, their reputations undiminished to this day.

　　Yet, you also carry immense risks; the professional disasters and accidents alone are countless. Because of this, working people are no longer ridiculed; you've probably been planning this for a long time. You are rice, deeply embedded in the soil, picked up by Yuan Longping, nurtured by the people, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to compare you to a gem.

　　Within your small body, you carry the lives of countless people. With you, wells began to appear, wheat began to sprout, and wooden boats began their journeys. Looking closer, with you, the Silk Road began its voyages, the Great Wall began its construction, and rockets began to take shape.

　　Labor, because of you, so many heroes have emerged. From delivery drivers to master craftsmen building aircraft carriers, who isn't praised for their virtue?

　　The contributions of the "yellow-coat" heroes have made countless cities what they are—this is the "beauty" of life. Our "goodness" is also the result of the tireless efforts of countless people. Delivery drivers serve the people, and chefs are busy while our families celebrate festivals, clinking glasses, and chatting happily. And what about the people in the future? During this pandemic, who dared to say a bad word about them? These heroes have contributed to a "good" life.

　　"Life" consists of those who work silently around you: your parents who take care of everything, your teachers who stay up countless nights. Even the Peking Opera performers on stage are laborers.

　　Labor, you created humanity, you created society. Since ancient times, human evolution and social progress have been inseparable from you. You are an unchanging beauty, so isn't the life you create a paradise? Whether in the past or present, your beauty is undeniable and beyond question.

The "tipping point" between mediocrity and greatness

Thu, 16 Jul 2026 17:55:33 +0800

　　Why are most people in the world mediocre? Because most people can't overcome a certain point. This point is the "critical point," and these small points divide the world into the mediocre and the great.

　　Every process in the world has this point, and the logic before this point is completely different from the logic after it. Once this "critical point" is crossed, all processes undergo a qualitative change.

　　The Lotus Law, the Bamboo Law, and three other laws can explain all of this.

The "Mandino's Law" in sales

Wed, 15 Jul 2026 17:55:06 +0800

　　"Mandino's Law," proposed by American psychologist F.H. Mandino, states that smiling not only harmonizes interpersonal relationships but also brings tangible profits.

　　In sales, facing customers with a smile is never a mistake. A smile makes customers feel approachable and fosters trust. A smile is the best way for salespeople to bridge the gap with customers and touch their hearts. Once the distance is closed and the customer's heart is touched, it's easier to proceed with the next sales activity, making a sale easier.

　　A smile is the most beautiful body language in the world; though silent, it is the most moving and touching. When buying products, customers want a smiling, approachable salesperson to serve them, showcasing their most beautiful smile. This instantly shortens the distance between the salesperson and the customer, making it easier to build trust and laying the foundation for a successful sale.

Improve your writing skills by imitation

Tue, 14 Jul 2026 17:54:30 +0800

　　Writing is the expression of thought, and its essence remains thinking and a way of thinking. The cultivation of good thinking and a good way of thinking is inseparable from long-term social practice, ample reading, relevant knowledge reserves, and, based on these three, personal summarization, reflection, and refinement.

　　The true skill of writing lies far beyond the act of writing itself; writing level is inextricably linked to practice.

　　The inability to write may stem from insufficient practice, but more importantly, from a lack of critical thinking. It stems from a failure to identify problems in life and reading, to extract experience and theory, and to form one's own viewpoints and logical system.

　　This lack of critical thinking arises from insufficient reading and experience, and a lack of sufficient tools (theories, experience) to analyze and think about problems. Therefore, low writing level ultimately boils down to insufficient learning and experience.

　　In short, the beginning of writing is a problem-solving mindset. With a clear direction, one gathers information (life experiences, book knowledge), processes and organizes this information initially, forming rudimentary viewpoints. These are then verified, and one begins to refine one's own conclusions and logical framework. As the amount of information increases and thinking deepens, one should continuously refine and clarify their viewpoints and arguments.

　　A sense of problem-solving stems from life and books; bottlenecks encountered in one's work are problems; contradictory viewpoints in two papers, and the points of contention between them, are certainly problems; even habitual ideas, upon careful consideration, often have certain flaws.

　　First, writing and reading are inseparable; what you read determines what you write.

　　Writing efficiency is directly linked to the amount of reading. When reading, one is not only gaining insight into the author's thoughts but also examining one's own writing habits. Try to guess why the author used this particular expression, and then ask yourself, "If I were in their shoes, how would I do it?" Don't be satisfied with merely observing; strive to see the deeper layers.

　　Copying, rewriting, imitating, and creating are the four essential stages from reading to writing. In fact, the first three processes are all imitations, to some extent plagiarism. If an author can grasp the techniques of another writer and apply them, then they can essentially create their own work.

　　Second, based on the existing materials, identify problems, think diligently, and use accumulated knowledge and experience to analyze and solve them. Form a mental outline; if you feel you cannot form a clear main thread, continue to collect relevant data and information (purposeful reading and practice) and continue to analyze and think until you form a relatively clear inference from the argument to the evidence.

　　Lao She began writing in 1924 and was forced to stop in 1962, a total of 38 years of writing. During this time, he created more than 8 million words of enduring works, meaning he wrote at least 210,000 words per year, 17,000 words per month, and at least 500 words per day. This is not a diary entry or five 100-word jokes, but a serious creation of 500 words every day.

　　There are many famous writers in the world; they have different styles, personalities, and writing types. They differ in many ways, but one thing is absolutely the same: diligence.

　　An author who relies solely on talent rarely becomes a master. Words need polishing; time gradually wears away the aura of natural talent, leaving behind a warm, gentle patina. This is the process of accumulation.

　　There are two ways to accumulate: random and purposeful.

　　First, let's talk about random accumulation—simply write more, nothing more.

　　Many writers carry a pen and notebook with them. They jot down good advertising slogans, good copywriting, good lines, good passages, things they don't understand, things they understand, and even things they don't think about. Don't be afraid of the immaturity of your writing; these immature words often provide a lot of inspiration for future writing.

　　Carrying a notebook and notebook is too troublesome? Haha, it's not troublesome if you don't write! A mobile phone is a great tool; it can type, record audio, and take pictures. Why not use it?

　　Now let's talk about purposeful training. You can use common scenarios to create topics for yourself, such as five minutes in the morning, the feeling of walking barefoot on the ground, smoking outdoors in summer, etc. After writing, refine every word, striving for a profound yet simple expression. Because these are all common scene fragments, these texts can be directly used in future writing.

　　Third, practice transforming

　　your thoughts into writing. Record your thoughts in writing, following the same method of repeated verification, refinement, and continuous reflection and revision until the article's problem awareness is prominent, the viewpoint is clear, and the argument is sufficient.

　　Writing practice itself is a second training of the mind.

　　The highest level of good writing is to explain profound ideas simply. Lin Xi's lyrics can serve as an example in this regard; he uses very simple words, rarely using obscure or profound words, yet they resonate deeply. "I have also happily drunk wine"—one "also" and one "have" are enough; the rest is up to you. Don't overcomplicate individual sentences; get to the point.

　　To tell a story, first find a narrative thread that you can easily control. Time, space, or characters all have their advantages and disadvantages; it mainly depends on the needs of the story. Being able to tell a story clearly is already difficult; if you can also use flashbacks, interludes, and changes in person, that's even better. Next comes the skill aspect; if the techniques at the image level are used well, the meaning level will be easier to understand.

　　Adding a commentary or emotional expression after describing something can significantly enhance the depth of your work. Use subtle language for description, while being direct in your commentary. Control the level of detail, and even the punctuation should have a rhythmic quality.

　　Consistently follow these three steps. With practice, your thinking and writing will become habitual and reflexive, resulting in remarkably fast writing speed.

　　Of course, the simplest method is to start with reasonable plagiarism and imitation. Find an article you like and try writing a similar one using its language, theories, style, and structure. With practice, you will develop your own writing style.

　　How to understand it?

　　Through talent.

Happiness is Customized

Mon, 13 Jul 2026 15:44:33 +0800

　　These past few days, I've had this inexplicable feeling of loss, a nameless unease creeping into my heart from time to time.

　　After lunch, I walked out of the house, feeling depressed, aimlessly strolling along the road... My mind was a jumble, constantly thinking about something, yet not really knowing what I was thinking about.

　　Suddenly, the sound of music interrupted my reverie. Looking towards the sound, I saw a large group of people gathered in a circle, watching something, with bursts of applause and cheers. Disoriented, I was drawn by the sounds.

　　Upon closer inspection, I saw several people sitting around a round table. Some were playing the suona, some the erhu, some the sheng, some the electronic keyboard, and two people were singing. I watched, listened, and quietly appreciated their performance. Suddenly, I noticed that each of them was wearing sunglasses, and their movements while drinking water seemed somewhat awkward. Looking closer, my heart trembled—they were all blind. I studied their faces more closely; each of them smiled brightly, naturally, and happily.

　　Watching their performance, my heart tightened and then relaxed. On their faces, I slowly began to understand the meaning of happiness. For these blind people, their lives must have had unhappiness, but their faces displayed immense happiness. Compared to them, I have a healthy body, a relatively stable job, and an income sufficient to support my family. However, what I lack is their sense of happiness. Before them, I suddenly felt incredibly small and narrow-minded. What reason did I have to be troubled? What right did I have to complain? I should be happy, so why couldn't I feel it? Why should I create my own troubles, struggling in my stubbornness? Through self-reproach and introspection, my troubles slowly subsided, and my mood gradually improved. As darkness slowly fell, I walked home. For the first time, I noticed how bright the streetlights were, how beautiful the flashing neon lights were, how hurried the passing cars quickened their pace of life, and how leisurely people strolled, enjoying the civility and harmony of society. The night view of this small town was so enchanting, and life here was so wonderful. My steps felt lighter and stronger.

　　In fact, everyone has their own happiness. Approach life with an open mind, define your own happiness with your own understanding, and you will find that you are a very happy person.

　　Happiness needs to be defined.

Burial is not peaceful

Sun, 12 Jul 2026 15:43:46 +0800

　　Seven or eight friends sat around a table for dinner. After a few rounds of drinks, the conversation turned to someone who had passed away a few months earlier. Everyone lamented the short life and untimely death. Then, someone made a highly disrespectful remark about the deceased, citing vivid examples of how narrow-minded, mean-spirited, and unethical this person was. Before the remark could delve deeper, someone else interrupted, saying, "He's dead, so let's not speak ill of him anymore. Let's accumulate some good karma." The room immediately fell silent. The speaker seemed somewhat embarrassed, while the one who intervened seemed somewhat righteous. It was common knowledge that the deceased's behavior during his lifetime was truly appalling; he had done many ugly and despicable things. What was wrong with talking about it? The reality is, whether or not to say it is something that really needs to be considered. Don't you see, in today's society, the phenomenon of the dead being favored is rampant. Even those who have been attacked while alive can have lavish eulogies delivered at their memorial services the moment they close their eyes, allowing them to enjoy all the honors of their passing. The speaker was truly magnanimous and admirable…

　　I think that if a person was indeed immoral before death, it's not a bad thing for them to be gossiped about afterward. This is especially true for those with a long list of misdeeds. It serves as a reminder to those still alive not to think that all their bad deeds are wiped clean once they close their eyes. There are always a multitude of tongues around, ready to poke and chew on them from time to time. This is especially true for powerful figures who should be wary and reserve a peaceful place for themselves in the afterlife.

Where have our values gone?

Sat, 11 Jul 2026 15:43:18 +0800

In this era of advanced internet, on countless platforms promoting freedom of speech, people can speak freely, expressing their opinions without restraint, even without any moral boundaries. 　　Recently, two events have made me wonder: what's wrong with our world? Where has our humanity and values gone? 　　The story of the China Southern Airlines flight attendants saving a life on September 8th sparked heated discussions online. While many were moved and inspired by this positive act, various criticisms also emerged. Some self-proclaimed "medical doctors" said that the person was hit by a car, and performing CPR would only worsen the condition and hasten death; they rushed to save the person without proper examination. Others even said they were doing it for fame. Seeing such criticism, I couldn't bear to read any more comments; my heart couldn't take it. I don't know what those flight attendants thought when they saw such criticism, but I know that if they encountered a similar situation again, they would still choose to rescue the person and lend a helping hand. 　　Regarding this matter, what I want to say is that in this indifferent and selfish age, in this age of "better safe than sorry," in this age full of "traps," many people dare not do good deeds because they don't know if their good deeds will bring them countless troubles, they don't know if they are rescuing a poisonous snake. Therefore, when so many people were watching and no one even called 120 (emergency services), their act of saving lives was so great and admirable. 　　At the Bazaar Charity Gala, Angela Chang was completely attacked because of her photo position. 　　Regarding this matter, I think that since everyone is doing good deeds, not competing to see who is more famous or more popular, or even competing in beauty, why attack and cover up someone's good deeds over a trivial photo position? I believe that those who attacked her have never contributed to charity, because their hearts are full of bitterness. 　　Please treat those who have done good deeds with a kind heart, regardless of their status—celebrity or ordinary person. Everyone has a hard time making a living, because you won't get something for nothing. You may not need help from others now, but perhaps one day in the future, when you or your loved ones encounter an unpredictable accident, those kind people will lend a helping hand. So please be kind with your words.

Five ice creams

Fri, 10 Jul 2026 14:26:56 +0800

　　"Get up! Class is about to start, the preparatory bell has rung!"

　　"Huh? Ten minutes left, why didn't you wake me sooner? I'm coming, I'm coming!" Qingyun heard Jinyan's words and sat up as she answered.

　　"Ugh, what awful weather, it's so hot," Qingyun said to her friend Jinyan after leaving the dormitory building.

　　"Five minutes left, how about we go buy some ice cream?" Jinyan said to Qingyun, looking at the supermarket near the dormitory entrance.

　　Qingyun and Jinyan ate their ice cream as they walked towards the classroom. Because the number of students at the school had increased significantly in the past two years, there weren't enough dormitories and classrooms, so new teaching buildings were being built along the path between the girls' dormitory and the classrooms.

　　On the way, a worker who looked to be about fifty years old saw Qingyun and Jinyan and asked, "Where did you buy your ice cream, classmates?"

　　"At the supermarket near the dormitory entrance ."

　　"How much was it?"

　　"Five yuan."

　　"Five yuan, that's so expensive, I wouldn't even take it for two yuan. I'd rather use five yuan to buy something for my family." After Qingyun and Jinyan left, the worker muttered to himself as he moved bricks.

Respect the efforts of a flower

Thu, 09 Jul 2026 12:51:17 +0800

　　As we passed the small garden near our house after picking my daughter up from school, she pointed to an azalea in the flowerbed and excitedly exclaimed, "Mommy, look! That flower is even bigger!" I followed her finger and saw about ten bright red flowers on the azalea. Which one was she referring to? "It's the second one on the third branch! I named it Tingting. The one to Tingting's left is called Xiaoyu, and the one to her right is called Xiaoli. And the ones above..." My daughter ran to the azalea and pointed to each flower, telling me their names.

　　Seeing how knowledgeable she was, I couldn't help but laugh. "Aren't all these flowers the same? I didn't know they had different names!" "How could they be the same?" My daughter straightened up and said seriously, "Although they are all azaleas, they look completely different. You just haven't noticed the differences." As she spoke, she pulled me down to squat down and explained their individual characteristics to me. And you know what? These flowers really are different. Some are darker in color, some are lighter; some have more petals, some have fewer; some have larger leaves, some have smaller leaves… My daughter laughed happily, “Yes, if you get them mixed up, the flowers will be unhappy. For example, Tingting, it tries so hard to bloom bigger, and then you say, ‘I can’t tell, I can’t see it,’ how sad it would be!”

　　My daughter’s words suddenly touched my heart, and I nodded with deep feeling. I suddenly thought of my friend Xiaoyuan, a woman as clear and innocent as a child. My acquaintance with Xiaoyuan stemmed from a business collaboration. One afternoon during the negotiations, after the work was finished, we, having nothing to do, decided to go shopping together.

　　As we walked along a pedestrian street, Xiaoyuan casually remarked, "That cleaner was so meticulous with her work, and she had such a kind face, especially those bright, expressive eyes. She must have been even more beautiful when she was younger." Xiaoyuan's description left me speechless. Just now, I seemed to have seen two or three cleaners sweeping, but I hadn't paid any attention to which one was more meticulous, let alone noticed who had such beautiful eyes. In fact, to me, these cleaners in their identical uniforms didn't seem any different; perhaps they even looked similar.

　　“No, they are definitely different, you just haven’t seen it, and maybe most of us haven’t either,” Xiaoyuan said with a smile, waving her hand. “But I really enjoy observing them, including taxi drivers, street vendors, and so on. They all have their own unique characteristics. Sometimes, I can’t help but tell them how I feel about them.” Seeing me nod, Xiaoyuan continued, “They are all the most ordinary and unremarkable people. Maybe they won’t achieve anything great in their lives, or reach the so-called success in the eyes of the world, but they still work hard in their own positions, and they also need the recognition and respect of others!”

　　As Xiaoyuan slowly spoke these words, I saw the gentle expression on her face and the light shining in her eyes. At that moment, I felt that Xiaoyuan was the most beautiful woman I had ever met, and I firmly believed that cooperating with her would be reliable and pleasant.

　　In fact, in the eyes of many of us, some extremely ordinary and unremarkable people are like the small flowers and grasses in nature, almost indistinguishable. But as Xiaoyuan said, maybe they will remain ordinary for their entire lives, but they also have their own persistence and dreams. Therefore, we should have respect for the efforts of a flower or a blade of grass.