Life should not be stumbled by small things

Sometimes I feel like a small ant, silently seeking to open the sun in the dark underground, enjoying simple food in a busy life. A leaf, a grain of rice, an empty insect shell, and a drop of water in a tree hole cover the happiness of its life.

Of course, the ant's happiness lies in its busy route, from one cave to another, from one branch to another, from one leaf to another, from one stream to another. Really, the fate of ants sometimes looks like us.

In order to get a piece of crumbly bread that people fell in the grass, it just climbed a grass, and when it was close to the target, there was a sudden gust of wind, and the grass was turned over and changed to a position. The breadcrumbs were blown by the wind. Far away, ideals and reality have opened a distance. The arrogant ants did not give up hope, turned around, searched slowly, a little persistent, a little hard, and finally it firmly held the little breadcrumbs in his arms.

Whenever I think of this small scene, I often respect the ants that have been smashed by grass.

Think about it too, we live quietly, and run our own lives in a world without a fixed number. For a goal, we often encounter some setbacks, frustrations, and fateful experiences. These encounters are like a cross. The grass resting in front of us, stumbles over us and breaks our dreams. Some people are likely to be devastated, and use this grass as a sharp knife to hurt themselves; some people have turned this grass into a banner, looking for another turning point in life, another opportunity; others Planting this grass into a signpost shows how you can cultivate the landscape of life from a grass.

Compared with great men, compared with celebrities, compared with big men, ordinary people are like an ant. They seek the passage to the bright world all the time, and the inner pursuit is not extinguished by the temporary darkness. Although the road to find a piece of bread and a drop of dew is twisted and long, but when our soft tentacles bravely confront the footsteps that have been stepped on our heads, our weak body will block the dyke of happiness and soul freedom, and the world will We are moving! The so-called heroes will also shed tears for our humble souls!

Pushing people, this reminds me of the short Napoleon. He changed the history of France with his will. He said: "If you laugh at me short, then I will cut your head!" This is not hegemony, but a powerful force and confidence that a humble body glows.

Although he was short, despite the unprecedented failure of the Battle of Waterloo, we still look up to him. We are not looking at his height, but his soul!

A grass can't cover the eyes of an ant. A river cuts the ants' fragile legs. When a grass is uprooted by an ant, it will drop the words: humble ants sometimes cause the dam of the copper wall to collapse.