I dare say that every little thing is great.
Although the seeds are small, they can grow into towering trees;
Although the flowers are small, they can bear countless fruits;
Although the leaves are small, they can collect infinite sunshine;
Water droplets are very small, but they can penetrate the cornerstone of the Millennium;
Sand is small, but it can become pearls;
Although tears are small, they can express all emotions. ...
You see, all seemingly small things in this world contain infinite greatness, and even some small things are great in themselves.
Small dewdrops reflect the beauty of colorful sunshine; Little bees brew the sweetness of life; Little us, bearing the hope of youth. Seeing the clouds rolling and the clouds falling, our life is just a collection of all the little things, and no one's life is just a big step.
Perhaps, in front of the vast ocean, towering peaks, vast grasslands and barren Gobi, we will deeply feel the shortness and insignificance of life, but as long as our spirit and soul are sublimated, then we are great. We can weave the curtain of life with small hands, and we can light up the road of life with tiny thoughts.
A little new green proves the coming of spring; Lotus leaves prove the prosperity of summer; A little yellow grass proves the desolation of autumn; Sporadic snow proves the cold silence in winter ... but when we want to embrace big things, we must see those little things that will be ignored inadvertently, just as the ocean wants to be broad, it must contain all the trickles. I once suspected that beautiful butterflies were not made of small caterpillars, radiant silk was not woven by small silkworms, and beautiful peacocks were not made of small eggs. Now I no longer doubt, because smallness is also a kind of greatness.
Chasing great people, stop and look at those so-called smallness. It is countless small crystals that breed greatness. People who chase the sun stop to look at those tiny stars, some of which are bigger than the sun.
As the saying goes: a flower and a world, a leaf and a bodhi. When flowers bloom and leaves rustle, as long as you feel with your heart, you will find that all greatness is illusory, and smallness is also a kind of greatness.