Inspirational story: Roses don't worry

Inspirational story: Roses don't worry

Today I want to tell you a motivational story about roses. It’s a rose, but it’s a young man who blooms like a rose.

When the young man was in college, he secretly vowed that he would be a 25-year-old in the society. At the age of 28, he would have a place in his own industry. At the age of 30, he would let his parents live a comfortable life. At the age of fifteen, I have to have my own company, and gradually expand my career... I have graduated for five years. He has worked as a newspaper reporter, has done advertising programs, and even done cosmetics marketing for a while, but he is not only far from success, he even Even the place where I settled down did not work hard.

Once, he went back to his hometown and bought expensive health care products for his parents. The folks all came to congratulate, and the parents who had been poor for half a lifetime were happy. When leaving home, the mother went out to send him, took out the crumpled money from the clothes, and asked him to buy a piece of autumn clothes, eat well, don't suffer. He looked down and saw the underwear cuffs that had been worn out unintentionally exposed. He was ashamed to be sad and almost fell into tears.

After returning to the city, he became more and more like a trapped beast looking for a way out, but the more he was worried, the more he hit the wall. There is a high-rise building, but no one square meter belongs to him; the car on the road is like a fish, and the river-like street is full, but the same, all have nothing to do with him. At that time, he was in a cultural company, responsible for deleting the proofs. The work was trivial and trivial, and it seemed that it would not be too different for another ten years.

One day he walked to a street garden after the company. It was in May that the garden was full of red and purple, and a veteran of the old flower was bending over to give those flowers and grasses fertilized loose soil.

He sat down on a bench and watched the old man busy with his own pleasure.

Those who know him, such as the rose, tulips, scorpions, sea otters, jasmine, are crowded there. The flowers are mixed, and in the wind of May, he lost his way like a butterfly. Suddenly, the old man smiled and waved at him. He walked to the old man in confusion. The old man pointed to a bunch of flowers around him like a naughty child. He asked him: "Young man, do you think this flower is not good?"

It was a few red roses, some of which had been completely opened, showing the yellowish stamen, and some just had a rounded flowerbed. This is the flower used to symbolize love. It is really beautiful and convincing. The delicate petals are bright and bright. Like a burst of flame, he feels that his dry eyes are ignited. The old man said: Boy, you will smell it again.

He bowed his head and smelled it. A faint aroma was floating out with the bloom of the petals. It was very light and dark, but it made people happy.

The old man pitifully licked the leaves on the flower branches, and his eyes were fascinated. It was like talking to himself and saying to him: Originally everyone came to see the flowers. I asked them to see the rose. They said, oh, this is Rose, it looks no different from the rose... At that time it hasn't blossomed yet. When I was just playing the spring, the spring was opened, and Huang Cancan; then the rose was also opened, and the little white flowers looked so good; then the scorpion, jasmine, sea otter, all opened, it was the rose still suffocating... ...

Speaking of roses, the old man can't stop talking like his own daughter.

The old man went on to say: I just thought it couldn't be opened. You see how much soil I have given it to the soil, how much fertilizer is applied - not fertilizer, it is crop fertilizer.

The young man thought that such a beautiful flower was also nourished with big manure, which is incredible. The old man looked at his look and confused, hooked the hook with the hook, and then said to him: Those flowers that were supplied with quick-acting fertilizer not only had a short flowering period, but also did not look good, or the crops were raised and raised. The beautiful flowers were never in a hurry. Rose himself has never been in a hurry. This flower is rushing to open. It slowly snoring and slowly opening. Who is better than it after opening? It is destined to be in a desperate climate, and the power of accumulation is great.

As long as the beloved rose is mentioned, the old man is proud of his face. Yes, in the past few years, first spring, then rose, then scorpion, jasmine, sea otter ... are rushing forward, the rose is not in a hurry, but you see how comfortable it is now. In a garden full of flowers, its beauty is unparalleled.

Such a beautiful flower, a flower that symbolizes a warm love, is rooted in the most stupid manure, and then it brings out the petals and fragrance that make people feel excited. It absorbs the nutrition of the base fertilizer, the essence of the rain and dew on the heavens and the earth, it has confidence, has the confidence, and is not in a hurry. The rose is not in a hurry, what is he still impetuous?

After listening to the old man’s words, he took a deep bow to the old man and ran back to the company. He started from the bottom of the ground and went to the library to read books whenever he had time. The advantage is secretly remembered. In two years, he slowly rose to the assistant, the supervisor, and later became the manager of the branch.

Five years later, he owned his own company, and his business grew like a snowball, and he became more and more busy. But there is always a potted rose in his office. Everyone who knows him knows that when he makes a major decision, he bows his head and smells the rose. He said to the subordinates who are anxiously waiting, the roses are not in a hurry. What are you worried about? He also likes to drink rose tea, watching the blossoming rose bones in the hot water soaking, slowly bloom, as if countless roses are in the cup, the swaying, fragrant. When I want roses to be alive, when the branches are weak, it waits patiently and is not in a hurry to bloom; when the flower swells, it fights the brilliance of life, goes to bloom, goes to the fragrant; when the petals are withered, it is still calm. - It has already been opened. Even if it is still a half-opened flower bud, it will be taken from the branches rudely. It is not in a hurry. As long as it can withstand the boiling water and several ups and downs, there will still be a second chance to bloom. The big device is destined to be late, and the flowers are often opened late. As long as you are really a rose, what are you worried about?

People think that roses are used to send women, and few people will study the process of rose growth. The reason why roses are noble is because of the peace and calmness of its growth, the hard work and compatibility of growing up. The same is true for people. If you don’t suffer, how can you have a bud?

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