Persistence can move your universe

People in the village, seeing his lonely nephew, kept shaking their heads and sighing, saying how could he support himself when he grew up and his parents were old?

The peaches and apricots in the yard are ripe. Nephew took a knife, all day long with his head down, carved peaches and apricots in the pit. The person in the village laughs, that child silly ji of, in that nuclear can carve out what thing?

Nuclear, engraved more and more, the point of the nuclear at home is not enough, nephew crutches, difficult to a family greeting: the family eat nuclear don't throw away, keep for me?

"Why do you want that?" they laughed.

Nephew shyly said, I have nothing to do, engraved nuclear to kill time!

"Well," they said. Then he heaved a heavy sigh and said, "Poor boy, he can only carve a kernel!"

My nephew glared at a child eating a peach. The child handed the peach over and said, here you are.

"I will not eat peaches," said the nephew. "When you have finished eating peaches, will you give me the pit?"

The child laughed, such a big person, but also play nuclear, really fun.

The child finished the peach and handed him the stone. The nephew kept rubbing the pit like a treasure.

Year after year, basket after basket of stones were carved beside his nephew, and the carving knife was broken one after another. The people in the village only knew how to carve stones for his nephew, but they still kept sighing and shaking their heads.

One day, an old man traveling through the village, saw a child in the village holding a nuclear in play, the old man like found what treasure, the child's hand holding the nuclear to come over.

The old man watched carefully, his eyes shining with surprise. He asked, my little friend, who made this stone?

The child said, is a disabled person in our village, his home carved a lot of nuclear, he often carved a good nuclear to us to play, we will give him to eat the rest of the peach stone.

"Will you show me the handicapped man?" the old man asked in surprise.

The boy took the old man to his nephew's house and said, "This is it."

The old man opened the gate of the yard and saw a middle-aged man with his head bent on carving a kernel in his hand, beside which a basket had been carved all over. The old man bent down to pick up one of the stones in the basket with a look of uncontrollable surprise on his face. How many years have you been carving?

38 years, replied the nephew dryly.

The old man grasped his nephew's hand tightly and stroked his scarred and calloused hand. He said excitedly, "You are the real artist I know. Please allow me to express my highest respect to you.

The nephew, confused and flustered, asked, who are you?

The old man found his gaffe and quickly introduced himself, I am the dean of the Academy of Fine Arts and an old artist. These stones you carved are the most perfect works of art I've ever seen.

At this time, the people in the village knew that the core he gave the children in the village to play with was the most precious art work. They had a real artist in the village!

Nephew carved those nuclear, into the art gallery, into the gift shop, into the university lecture hall, out of the country...... Many people send their children over and ask their nephews to teach them how to carve a kernel.

When my nephew was giving a talk to the college of Fine Arts students, he said affectionately that there is no lever that allows us to move the earth, but we can move our own universe. A small knife, is my lever, I pry their own small universe. Each of us has such a different cutter, identify a direction, keep on carving, one day, will pry their own small universe. Small universe moving, is also one of the most dazzling cool.