Wang Jing is a co-founder of Pathfinder Holdings Group Co., Ltd. However, her life is absolutely not an enterprise. She is also a council member of the China Science Adventure Association and a female mountaineering explorer. In August 2011, "China National Geography" magazine focused on her mountaineering story with the title of "The Peak's Kiss: Female Mountaineer and Her Five Peaks of 8000m Level". On May 23, 2014, Wang Jing climbed Everest from the southern slope. This is the third time she has summited Everest. It is also rare among women in China and the world.
Not long ago, when Wang Jing was a guest on the TV column "The President's Reading Time", he talked about his feelings after climbing the summit of Mount Everest and used only two words: sad. This ordinary word reminds me of a story told by a friend.
There was a donkey on the Spring Festival party this year, which reminded friends of their childhood memories. A friend is the hero of the story—a boy many years ago, a boy with affection on a donkey, a man who once gained strength from a donkey.
In the memory of the little boy that year, there was still a scene in which the donkey was still intact. The donkey was still standing on the marmot at the old home and looked intently in the distance with both eyes open. The donkey is very thin, and the coat is not a little light, but it curls as if it were a scribble on the wheat field. The sun has already slanted west, and the sky is full of fog. The marshland under the donkey's foot and the flat river in front of the donkey's children are all of a thick yellow earth.
The little boy came that year and took the donkey to the house. The donkey's round hoofs rattled on the rugged but bright loess road, and the distinct ribs moved with the skin under the skin. The little boy lowered his head and silently moved forward. He was exposed to the two toes on the outside of the shoe and swiftly greeted the sunlight... At that time, he did not know that the donkey he was holding was in poverty. A piece of iron and steel, but some numbly looked up at the sun in the Western Heaven injured.
In front, the village was immersed in mist and smoke, and the branches of the dead trees were brown and were blown away by the evening wind. The croaking dog called vaguely, the low deserted muddy twilight quietness... At that time, the little boy did not know that such a village had a kind of tragic atmosphere that was hard to find anywhere else...
Later, the little boy went to middle school. Middle School In Hirakawari, under the drought and flood, the boy walks tens of kilometers of mountain roads every week and returns home. Then, picking up the pickles and ravioli in the two net pockets with half trunks, and then flashing and going back to school, the desire to get out of this barren, drought-sweet and poor village has become his dream. Once, the boy’s mother came to school to see the boy. The mother saw the boy returning from class, took a straw out of the bed, ignited in the dormitory underground, and hurriedly grilled the hands and feet, and then put the rice bowl in his arms. The cafeteria galloped away... The mother knew that it was the boy who was afraid to go late and had no food. The tears couldn't help but flow down. The wheatgrass fire on the ground has basically been extinguished, but it still runs blue smoke. The dormitory is like an ice cellar - it is a very cold winter.
The mother never spoke, silently watching the boy huddled and eating a bowl full of classy paste noodles. At the end of the day, the mother said: "If you are guilty of this great sin, don't you forget about it or don't read this book!"
The boy was a bit surprised and he did not feel the deep love flowing in his mother's eyes.
The mother sighed and let go of the dry food for the boy.
The boy looked at his mother’s back and felt that his mother’s bones seemed to have softened.
During the drought that year, the crops in the fields were not harvested, and the black and black sent by the mother faced the noodles on the black surface.
The boy stood stunned, staring blankly, and he could not see his mother. I do not know how long, his mind suddenly jumped out of his father's cultivation at the beginning of spring - in a yellow dust thrown by the father, his father shouted loudly, hair, eyebrows, nose, eyes are It became a soil; the donkey's four-hoofed excitement, and the ribs shook back and forth even more fiercely, like the waves of the sea... This made the boy feel awkward all of a sudden...
Later, the boy was admitted to college with his wish. On the day when the notice was received, people from the whole village gave the boy a fee. A piece of coin fell on the bandits of the boy's house, crunching, and even more than two yuan notes are pitifully. The boy suddenly remembered that when he was sowed each year in the spring - he heard the embarrassment of the land at the moment he was inserted into the land - what he experienced in the painful feeling is the power of the spirit! And the sound of the coin falling into the ground, like the sound of a donkey walking through the earth, sounded loudly.
The father bought the donkey at home. In the eyes of the donkey's children, there was tears of clear water. The boy was silly as he looked at the donkey and was taken away by the donkey trafficker. The boy knew what kind of fate the donkey would face - he saw the donkey trafficman killing the donkey - the four feet of the donkey were tied up and watched a hard, bright, slender eyelid The knife was inserted into his own body; the donkey's blood was sprayed out, and the violent rain was in a kind of “click†sound, and the ass dealer was made wet and red.
That cute donkey!
When the boy thought of feeling unhappy when he was young, he often picked up the donkey's head and said all the words of sadness to the donkey. At that time, there was always tears in the eyes of the donkey children.... The boy's right hand Placed on his left chest - in the feeling of heartache, he touched his own bones, clearly and clearly - he said to himself: "This is the steel in impoverished years!"
Now, the drought and torrents in the friend’s hometown have been returned to the forest, and their friends and their village have also moved to the lower village of Pingchuan. We can no longer call a friend a boy. Every time I go home, my parents are happy. The family is happy. The father planted many trees behind the house, and the mother opened a vegetable garden in her own yard. The father and mother are reluctant to mention the past, as if they have forgotten, but the friend still remembers, always remember. He said that today he is also considered a successful person, but when he thinks of the donkey's hoof tone, he can't help but feel sad.
Life, isn't it a climbing ass? Although the story of a friend is a little sad, it feels the same as Wang Jing’s summit on Mount Everest. There can be 10 million versions of life, but there is only one reason.
Wang Jing said that when she first started her business, she did not think that she would succeed. Just like when she climbed Mount Everest, she did not think that she could successfully summit. To this end, she said that life must have a goal, there will be a direction when there is a goal, and there will be a direction to get close to that goal. Waiting for the goal, and then looking at the way to come, there is also a feeling of sadness, it is a kind of loneliness after reaching the goal, and there is also a touch for myself in the process towards the goal. She also said that life can not be without goals, the goal is to go online, never ending.
In the story of a friend, I suddenly thought that life needs to be on the line, and it cannot be off the assembly line. What I call the downline is actually the accumulation of the payment process. Accumulation pushes people to a certain height, which is not necessarily a certain degree. People's goals or on-line, but that must be the accumulation of human experience, that is, the comprehensive expression of quality and self-cultivation.
People do not necessarily have to reach their goal, but they must not let “experience†push themselves to a height. That is the height, quality, and cultivation of humans. It is not the height of human soul but the actual height of human beings. We have all accomplished this height unknowingly. It is not because we have knowledge but the consciousness of being good and good in our nature. Therefore, when we are successful, we are always "sorry," and nothing else. At least we moved ourselves.
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