The reward of life is far from the end of the journey

How do people discover the transparency and clearness of wine from the white, high-pitched red, and purple of the grapes?

It is said that there are two people and gods, and the gods teach them the method of making wine. They ask them to choose the rice that is full on the day of the end of the sun. When the ice and snow melted, the water of the mountain springs was reconciled, and it was injected into the deep and quiet place. Tao Wei, and then the first one in the early summer to see the new sun of the Chaoyang, tightly closed seven or forty-nine days, until the chicken called three times before the seal.

Like every legendary hero, they have gone through all the hardships, found all the materials, reconciled their dreams together, and then waited for that moment.

What a long wait. The forty-ninth day has arrived, and the two can't wait all night, waiting for the sound of the cock. Far away, the first cock was heard. After a long time, the second sound was heard. When will the third song come to me? One of them couldn't help anymore. He opened his pottery and was shocked. The water inside was sour, like vinegar. The big mistake has been cast, irreparable, and he spilled it on the ground with disappointment.

The other one, although he couldn't help but want to reach out, but still bite his teeth, insisted that the chicken jingling resounded three times. What a sweet and clear wine! Just wait a little longer. From then on, the difference between "wine" and "sprinkle" is only a seemingly ordinary one.

And many successful people, the difference between them and the losers, is often not an opportunity or a smarter mind. It is only that the winners insist on a moment - sometimes a year, sometimes a day, sometimes, just a chicken Ming.

In the ancient East, there is a certain program for picking the Bulls to fight in the arena. They were brought into the field and attacked the warrior holding the spear. The referee judged the bravery of the bull by the number of times he was poked and then attacked the bullfighter. From now on, I must admit that my life is undergoing a similar test every day. If I persevere, go forward and meet the challenge, then I will succeed.

I didn't come to this world for the sake of failure. There was no blood in my veins that failed. I am not a lamb who is whipped, I am a lion, not a sheep. I don't want to hear the crying of the frustrated, the complaints of the complainers, this is the plague in the flock, I can't be infected by it. The slaughterhouse of the loser is not the fate of my destiny.

The reward for life is far from the end of the journey, not near the starting point. I don't know how many steps to take to reach the goal. When I step on the first thousand steps, I still may fail. But success is hidden behind the corner, and unless I turn, I never know how far it is.

Going further, if it doesn't work, move on a bit. In fact, it is not too difficult to make a little progress each time.

From now on, I admit that every day's struggle is like a slash on the towering tree, and the first few knives may have no trace. Every hit seems to be insignificant, however, when it accumulates, the giant tree will eventually fall. This is just like my efforts today.

It is like rinsing the raindrops of the mountains, consuming the ants of the tigers, illuminating the stars of the earth, and building the slaves of the pyramids. I have to build my own castle one by one, because I know the truth of the stone dripping, as long as it persists, Everything can be done.

I will never consider failure. There are no such stupid words in my dictionary that I give up, impossible, can't do, no way, no problem, no failure, no way, no hope, no withdrawal. I want to avoid despair as much as possible, and once I get threatened by it, I will try to challenge it. I have to work hard and endure suffering. I look to the future and move forward, no longer paying attention to the obstacles at my feet. I firmly believe that the end of the desert must be an oasis.

I want to keep in mind the ancient rules of balance and encourage myself to stick to it, because every failure will increase the chance of success next time. This time the rejection is the next approval; this time frowning is the next stretch of smile; today's misfortune often indicates the good fortune of tomorrow. As night falls, I will always be grateful for the experience of the day. I know that only failures can be successful.

I have to try, try, try again. The obstacle is a detour on my way to success, and I am welcoming this challenge. I want to ride the wind like a sailor.

From now on, I will learn from the secrets of others' success. The past is a success or failure. I don’t care about it. I only hold my faith and tomorrow will be better. When I am exhausted, I have to resist the temptation to go home and try again. I will try again and try to succeed every day and avoid ending in failure. I want to plant the success of tomorrow, more than those who follow the steps, when others are stagnant, I continue to struggle, and one day I will harvest.

I am not satisfied with yesterday's success, because this is a harbinger of failure. I want to forget everything yesterday, whether it is good or bad, let it go with the wind. I am confident that I will meet the new sun and believe that "Today is the best day of my life."

As long as I am still alive, I must stick to it, because I know the secret of success: perseverance will eventually succeed.