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Let's take a fact to prove this: after I learned to become a teacher, I was the same as other craftsmen, in order to show that I was a person who made money by ability, I first bought a cigarette pouch, as long as I was idle, I twisted a bag of bars, as if I had a very good status, slowly, I learned to drink again, and often made two cups of cat urine and smacked a few sips. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoHobbies are afraid of the beginning.,It's not difficult to learn the second thing if you know the same.,It's all a plaything anyway.。 That's the end of the problem. I love cigarettes and alcohol, which is not unusual, and the big guys are pretty much like that. However, I learned to eat big cigarettes over and over again. In those days, opium cigarettes were not selfish and very cheap; I started smoking, and then I got hooked. Soon, I felt that my hands were tight, and I was not as energetic as before. I didn't wait for anyone to advise me, not only did I quit smoking, but I also pouted the dry tobacco pouch, and I didn't smoke or drink anymore! I entered the "Rational Gate". Entering the door, tobacco and alcohol are not allowed to move; Once the vows are broken, they will be unlucky. So I not only quit my hobbies, but also entered the discipline of science; Bad luck is waiting for me there, so how can I break the vows again? This bit of open-mindedness and toughness, now that I think about it, was obtained by an apprentice. I can endure as much suffering as I can. How sad it is to quit smoking and drinking on the first day of junior high school, watching others smoke and drink! It's really like there are a thousand little insects crawling in my heart, so it's so itchy and sad to touch. But I can't break the vows, I'm afraid of bad luck. In fact, whether you are unlucky or not is a matter of the future, and the sins in front of you are not pleasant! Stiff, only stiff can succeed, fear of bad luck is secondary. I survived because I had been apprenticed and rehearsed!

When it comes to my craft, I also think that the three years of apprenticeship have not been in vain. All crafts must be improved at any time, the method is dead, and the application is alive. Thirty years ago, the bricklayer paid attention to grinding bricks and joints and doing fine work; Now, he'd have to use ash and bezel artificial stone or something. Thirty years ago, carpenters were particular about carving and carving wood, but now they have to be able to make Western-style wood. It's the same in our business, but it's more active than in other industries. In our profession, we can make a fool of what we see. For example, if someone has a funeral and teaches us to make a full table, we can make chicken, duck and fish. Catch up with the girl who has died and have not left the cabinet, and teach us to paste a full dowry, whether it is forty-eight or thirty-two, we can paste from the powder jar oil bottle to the wardrobe and wear the mirror. As soon as the eye looks at it, the hand can imitate it, which is our ability. We don't have much ability, but we have to be a little smart, and a person with a hole in his heart will never become a good pastemaker.

In this way, we work, and we play as we work, as if we were. Our success or failure depends on how to move the various colors of paper appropriately, which is a matter of trickery. Speaking for myself, I'm a little clever. The beatings I received as an apprentice were rarely because I couldn't learn, but mostly because I was smart and mischievous. My cleverness may not be revealed at all, if I had been to learn to strike iron, or to pull a saw—to be so old and so old, and not to change at all. Luckily, I learned how to be a pastemaker and learned the basic skills, and I began to come up with my own tricks, how dexterous and realistic I am. Sometimes I waste a lot of effort and materials in vain, and I can't make what I have in mind, but this teaches me to step up to figure it out, to mobilize, and to make it happen. This is really a good habit. I have to thank my apprentices for these three years, and I have developed the habit of using my own intelligence during these three years. It is true that I have never done anything big in my life, but no matter what I do, as long as it is something that ordinary people can do, I can understand it in one fell slur. I can build walls, plant trees, repair clocks, check the authenticity of leather goods, choose a date for marriage, and know the tricks of all kinds of work...... I have not learned any of this, but I have seen with my eyes and tested with my hands; I have the habit of working hard and learning more; This habit was developed during the three years of apprenticeship in the Dark Clothes Shop. Only now do I realize that I am dying of hunger! - If I had been reading for a few more years, and had only clung to my books, like those who had graduated from the academy and the show, I might have been confused for the rest of my life, and I would not know anything! The craft of pasting did not bring me official positions and property, but it made my life interesting; Poor, but interesting, a little human.

In my twenties, I became an important figure among my family and friends. Not because I have money and status, but because I am careful and hardworking. Since I left the school, I waited in the teahouse at the corner of the street every day for my peers to come and ask Qing to help. I became a street person, young, neat, and knew the scene. When someone came to make an appointment, I went to work; No one came to make an appointment, and I couldn't be idle: I was entrusted with a lot of things from relatives and friends, and I even worked as a matchmaker for someone else's family just after I got married.

Helping others is tantamount to recreation. I need some pastime. Why? As I said earlier, there are two kinds of work in our business, burning and vain. Burning is fun and clean, but not white. Naturally, you have to tear off the old paper first, which is really bearable, and people who have never done it would never have imagined that there would be so much dust on the roof, and it is accumulated over time, drier than any soil, fine, drill nose, tear the shed of three rooms, we will all become soil ghosts. When the straw is tied and the new paper is pasted, the face of the new honeysuckle paper is smelly and hanging. Dust and paper can teach people tuberculosis - now called lung disease. I don't like it. However, when you work on the street, you can't refuse an offer from someone, and you have to do whatever you want. In this kind of work, I almost always cut paper and handed paper and paste, so that I didn't have to "fight", and I could work with my head down and eat less soil. That's it, I'm going to have to get dust, and my nose has to be like a cigarette pipe. After doing this work for a few days, I am willing to do something else, change. So, if a relative or friend asks me to do something, I am happy to help.

Besides, let us burn and burn, and do nothing, because this kind of work has to do with people's joys and funerals. When acquaintances asked me to make a living, they often asked me to talk about other things, such as setting up a tent for weddings and funerals, talking about deacons, hiring cooks, ordering carriages and horses, and so on. I gradually found joy in these things, and knew how to pinch the skill, and save some money for my relatives and friends. In doing these things, I gained a lot of experience and understood a lot of feelings, and over time I became a very shrewd person, even though I was not yet thirty years old. Said on time great mourning of the building on time great mourning asd press (to be continued.) )