A short story about persistence (within 100 words)

A young man went to Microsoft to apply for a job, but the company didn't advertise for a job. Seeing the general manager puzzled, the young man explained in broken English that he was passing by and rushed in. The general manager thought it was very new, so he made an exception and let him try it. The interview result was unexpected, and the young people performed poorly. His explanation to the general manager was that he had not prepared in advance. The general manager thought he was just looking for an excuse to go down the stairs, so he casually replied, "Try again when you are ready." A week later, the young man walked into the door of Microsoft again, and this time he failed. But compared with the first time, his performance is much better. The general manager gave him the same answer as last time: "Try again when you are ready." In this way, the young man stepped into the door of Microsoft five times and was finally hired by the company, becoming the key training object of the company.

Van Gogh stuck to his ideals.

Van Gogh, the greatest post-impressionist painter in the history of world art, fell in love with painting for accidental reasons. He decided to take painting as his only career in his life and fight for it. So he set up an easel at home and practiced endlessly. Father saw his graffiti and swore, "You can't even draw an arm. Do you still want to be a painter? " Forget it, useless thing. "Father's scolding didn't shake Van Gogh's determination to paint. Within a few years, he drew many sketches and oil paintings, such as The Potato Eater, The Woman on the River and Sunflower. But everyone sneered at Van Gogh's works. They can't accept the thrilling distortion and warm colors in their works. In order to insist on painting, Van Gogh was poor all his life, and only sold one painting before his death. However, many years after the death of the painter, the artistic charm and innovative consciousness reflected in his works were discovered by later generations. All his oil paintings, sketches and even the waste paper used for sketching at that time were collected into works of art overnight.

Of all the things about Cuba, one person often pops out of my memory, which makes me unforgettable.

When the Spanish-American War broke out, the President of the United States must immediately get in touch with the Cuban rebel leader Garcia. Garcia is in the mountains of Cuba, no one knows his exact location, and no mail or telegram can reach him. US President McGinley must get his cooperation as soon as possible.

What should we do?

Someone said to the president, "If anyone can find Garcia, it's Tam."

So the president called Tam and gave him a letter to Garcia. As for the man named Tam, how to get the letter, wrap it in oil paper, seal it and hide it on his chest; How to reach Cuba by boat for four days, then walk through this dangerous island country for three weeks, and finally deliver the letter to Garcia-these details are not what I want to say. I want to emphasize the following points:

The president of the United States handed a letter from Garcia to Tam; After receiving the letter, Tan didn't ask, "Where is he?"

A story about loneliness and persistence

Small stones in the forest bear the flood peak of heaven and earth alone, and believe in eternity in a narrow territory. However, the vast accidents in life constantly leave us no choice, so we started a wandering journey without tomorrow, gave up the growth on the road and witnessed the changes in the world. It turns out that everyone is born lonely. Fragmentation can't reconstruct the psychological deficiency, and change can't come to the perfection of dreams. In this way, in the endless waters of Qianshan, where time passes like an hourglass, it keeps walking, getting lost and out of consciousness.

Everyone has spent his whole life perfecting rich family, love and friendship, and detouring in the sermon of missing, but there is never a clear standard and answer. Childhood stones have been wet in drawers for many years. What is broken is our life, just like the psychic jade in the red chamber. The vicissitude of the surrounding changes, and dust returns to dust.

In the illusory and hopeless expectation, there is no way out, and clinging to the past that I want to return to is just a lonely attachment. No dream can last a lifetime, and no place is the home before leaving. Beyond the noise of the world, in one's inner senses, it is bound to be like the advice of the sheep people in Murakami's Dance-keep stepping on your own dance steps, no matter how absurd and desperate, dance well, don't pursue its meaning, and then the stiff things will loosen one by one. Once you stop, the things you connect in life will be.

Whether you go home or go to a brighter place, you must be in a dark place, you must be walking in a dark cotton field, you must be walking in the hometown of dark clouds, and when you go out, you are in the dark.

Li Mi hung a book in the corner. Shi Mi of Sui Dynasty was sent to the court of Yang Di as a bodyguard when she was a teenager. He is naturally flexible. When he was on duty, he looked around and was discovered by Emperor Yang Di. He thought the boy was dishonest, so he was excused from his job. Shi Biao is not depressed. After returning home, he studied hard and determined to be a learned man. Once, Shimi rode an ox to meet his friends. On the way, he hung Hanshu on the loudspeaker and took the time to study. This incident was passed down as a much-told story.

Dong Zhongshu didn't peek into the garden for three years. Dong Zhongshu devoted himself to research and worked tirelessly. Although there is a garden behind the study, he concentrated on reading and studying, and did not go into the garden to enjoy it for three years. Dong Zhongshu devoted himself to research and became a famous thinker in the Western Han Dynasty.