I tried "just do one thing in my life" and talk about success again.

During the half year of exchange study in Taiwan, I often went to a red bean cake stall next to the dormitory to buy snacks. The one I love to go to is run by three men: Agong, Dad, and son. Agong is responsible for turning the outer ring to maintain a crisp and unfocused taste. Dad stirs and makes different fillings: cream, taro, red beans, and his son is a good old man. Use a heavy wooden spoon to spread a bite of filling.

I bought more, and when I lined up, I began to observe their movements, language exchanges, and even eye exchanges. A nonsense is not needed, they can smoothly complete a whole production process. This seemingly natural tacit understanding is actually difficult. Since the sale of red bean cakes by the Agong stall, the store has existed for 50 years. The father took over the work of the grandfather and then passed it on to his son. After they turned from a patron to a friend, I asked if I would feel bored? Will you be immersed in this sweet food for the rest of your life?

Nope. The young man who is doing things neatly answers, and you see so many people like the red bean cake I made.

The young man looked at me and replied with a funny tone: "It was a meeting at the beginning. I felt that my father and my grandfather were very unfashionable. Because everyone else is playing skateboarding, I am pinning red bean cake. However, I found out that such a simple craft has a lot of jealousy and points, and it takes a lot of effort. At that time, I just wanted to understand that it is not easy to climb the highest peak of every industry, to make the best red bean cake and do the most. Like the cattle engineers, they must be very focused to be successful. You smell it, how fragrant, how can I give up."

After the exchange study, I saw a class about Western modern literary thoughts. I saw the course introduction to cultivate students' understanding of Western art history, and let students perceive beauty, appreciate beauty, and even create beauty. How to listen to how easy, I chose it. The teacher is an old man who is over half a year old. He teaches some secluded courses.

But his class was completely unexpected.

The teacher, who had a lot of white hair, went to the stage and thanked us for attending. Then she turned around and painted a coordinate line on the blackboard without saying a word, marking several important time nodes and representative figures of modern literature and art. He combed the literary context all the way, from Gauguin to Picasso, from Degas to Cézanne, lifelike, details are finished, and the youngsters who are trying to brush Weibo with their mobile phones are stunned.

When his tone was gentle and he talked about Monet’s lifelong attachment to flowers and water, I suddenly realized that it was spring outside the window.

Always grateful to meet those who can withstand temper.

When I first went to college, I often skipped classes, turned over novels in professional classes, watched movies in elective classes, and wanted a night before the final exam, even if it was the highest respect for this course.

But unlike the female classmates in my dormitory, she took the research as a goal and made us feel ashamed. On weekdays, I was very vocal. When we discussed the current affairs exchange "Sanlian Life Weekly", she buried her head and looked at the major professional works, and she did not feel anything about a series of fashionable vocabulary. In the history of literature, I sang a song with the teacher and talked about it. I turned my head and saw that she was in the memory of the Republic of China. Half a year ago, she took a national scholarship, went to the United States to exchange studies, and even left the end of me, people are speechless: four people in the dormitory clink, we drink beer, she is tea.

I am very easy to judge that she is very bored when everyone is trying to show a good age. But at the moment, I inexplicably think that she is very cool.

In the environment where the whole class is worried about graduation and worrying about the future, but pretending to be greatly embarrassed, she chose to live a life-like approach. When we were eager to perform the current age of drunkenness, she chose to return to self-denial. This modest and unrestrained living method seems to be more cool than the hormonal shackles. She made it clear that she only wanted to be a top student, and she did make a classy student.

I believe that I no longer use my innocent tone to prove my coolness. Some people can stand on one foot when they are born. I can't. I need two feet to step on the ground in order to stand very stable.

I am embarrassed, but my father is very cool. On the afternoon of the 30th, we prepared to cook the dishes downstairs with the relatives, and smashed the ramie to smash the seeds. He was alone upstairs and translated a classic example of the competition. There is a table and three missing one, my mother asked me to urge him to make up the number, I hopped and ran to find him.

Dad hid in a piece of information and hid behind a heavy dictionary. Dad is old, and the hairline is getting higher and higher. But the dedicated father is so cool. I ran to him and bent down and asked him: You give me some space, can I accompany you to the book?