About respecting 1 a corner of the community, I squatted on the ground and quietly looked at a bird in front of me.
What kind of bird should this be! Its left wing was broken by roots and hung limply on the ground. The original taupe feather was dyed red by blood, and the previous color could not be seen. Even the internal organs in the body are squeezed out of the wound bit by bit.
However, what shocked me was not only its unsightly pain, but its tenacious vitality. Under such a heavy injury, the bird still kept flapping its only wing, flying desperately, flying to the blue sky and flying back to its former home. However, all efforts were in vain, and no matter how it struggled, it never left half an inch. The only thing left is a long blood line on the ground and weeds dyed red with blood. But it hasn't given up yet, letting its scarred body drag on the rough ground, letting a little blood in its body gush out and dye all over the earth.
Never seen such a powerful life, never seen such a shocking creature. Nature is like this and will never be moved. I stared at this bird not far from death, and let its tenacity penetrate the soul, penetrate the soul and hit the depths of the soul.
I don't know how long it took, but before cheering, it fell from the air to the cold earth. This time, it seems that I fell heavily. It lay on the ground and didn't get up for a long time. I even thought it was dead! But when I was about to walk over, it actually got up from the ground again, continued to wave its wings and crawled on the ground with its broken body. From beginning to end, its head is always high and its eyes are looking at the blue sky. What is revealed is naked desire, longing for the sky, longing for life and longing for freedom.
I tried to help it, but my mother stopped me. She said it couldn't live. She said that we should respect its yearning for freedom. She said she had to walk the last leg by herself. I stopped my body and continued to accompany it for the rest of my life.
Creatures in nature may not be as clever as humans. But they have the idea of mastering their own life since they were born, and their pursuit of freedom is as noble as human beings.
No, what is left is moving and pursuing.
My mother and I buried it in a wide meadow, so maybe it can stare at the sky it loves forever.
I came to the crossroads again. I stopped the car and watched the three colors of the traffic lights change with each other. There was a whistle in my ear from time to time, and a tall figure could not help but emerge in my mind.
He, I don't know his last name, I don't know where he lives, I only know his occupation, a sacred and glorious professional traffic police.
The first and only time I met him was at the crossroads. At that time, he was wearing a striking police uniform and a police cap, with a straight waist and head held high, like a tall pine tree, and never gave in.
That afternoon, I didn't enjoy the beautiful sunset, so I rode home as fast as I could. I'm afraid that my parents will worry me when I get home. When I came to the crossroads, I saw the green light on for a few seconds. Seeing this, my heart sank. Because of the absence of this moment, I was bullied by a small pit at the corner, and even the car and people ate a dog mud.
I tried to stand up, but I gave in because of my knee pain. I rolled my pants up to my knees. Sure enough, blood gushed out, and I was at a loss. It was he who saw my embarrassment and ran to my side. He didn't ask anything, just sipping his mouth and frowning. Looking at my wound, he said, "wait a minute." He walked away and I watched him run quickly to the police car.
After a while, he squatted down with a medicine box, skillfully disinfected me with disinfectant and put on an ordinary band-aid. He helped me up carefully and asked me if I needed his help. I shook my head to show that I could.
Without asking any more questions, he went back to the place where he stood guard, continued his serious work and looked at my place from time to time.
The green light came on, and I rode my bike carefully. On the other side, I looked back at him and found him looking at me, too. His mouth tilted upward, as if to say, "Little girl, ride slowly."
When I got home, I found that I forgot to say "thank you" to him. When I went the next day, I found that he was not on guard. I didn't know he was transferred until I asked him.
So far, I have never seen him again, and I have never said that "thank you". But I will always keep it in mind, hoping to make up for the missing "thank you" when I meet him in the future.
Such a man is ordinary and great, he is everywhere, but he is easily overlooked, but his spirit will make us respect him.
There is such a group of people who can't see the blue sky and green grass; They can't hear birds and insects; They can't run on the earth, they can't play in the Woods ... These people have congenital physical defects, and they are destined to be different from normal people, but they also deserve our respect.
At the Spring Festival party, dozens of female actors performed Guanyin with thousands of hands, which won the appreciation of hundreds of millions of viewers. They are wearing gorgeous clothes, their youthful faces are filled with happy smiles, and their movements are so skillful and unified. Fingers danced with the rhythm of the music, and the skirt was swaying. People and music seem to be integrated, which is amazing and full of praise.
But who would have thought that dancing with music and smiling like a flower could not hear the voice of the world and communicate with people? In their world, there is no music on the stage and no teacher. They can only master every movement through sign language and successfully perform dances that are difficult for normal people.
In the dance, we can't see their aversion to life and obedience to fate. What we see is their yearning and love for life, their eager pursuit of art and their tenacious struggle against fate! Don't they deserve our respect?
Beethoven was deaf in his later years, but he didn't give up the music career he always loved. He sensed sound through bone conduction and created many immortal music works. He fought stubbornly against fate and was full of hope for the future. Hawking, Zhang Haidi, Helen Keller ... They have created miracles and made great contributions to the development of human cause. They are really different from ordinary people, but they deserve our respect!
There are also such a group of people who are numb, down and out, stealing and robbing ... just like walking dead, they are the scum of society. They lose confidence in life because of a little setback. They are lazy and want to get something for nothing. They have a sound body, but no sound soul. The perfect body is just an empty shell. Such people don't deserve our respect!
There are such a group of people, although their bodies have serious defects, but they have a strong heart full of love for life! They are physically disabled and determined, and they are using their energy to serve the society! This is a crowd worthy of our respect, and this is a crowd worthy of our love!
I once saw a flower called "lover's flower" in Jin Yong's book about the condor heroes. It is beautiful but very toxic, and to solve this poison, I need a plant called Clenbuterol. Coincidentally, lean meat was born next to love flowers, and I still remember the line: no matter what plant, there must be a nemesis within five steps.
Perhaps, this is the opponent!
If there is a person in this world who knows you better than you, then he may be your opponent.
I remember Cao Cao and Liu Bei talking about heroes. Although some people say that Cao Cao is not tolerant and headstrong, he didn't strike first when he knew that Liu Bei might become his opponent! He can say to Liu Bei: "The hero of the world is king only by doing exercises", which is a recognition of his opponents-even if they have not become rivals-how rare!
In real life, can people do this to their opponents? How many people know and recognize his opponent like Cao Cao? Jealousy and slander are common in competition. Human life is full of competition, and the relationship between rivals is unimaginable. Isn't this life of defending against fear tiring?
In fact, being an opponent is also a kind of fate. Imagine how big the world is and how difficult it is to get together in the vast sea of people, living in the same environment, here and now. Why is your opponent him and not others?
Opponents mean that both sides attach importance to each other. The team has been turning and everything is normal. You are not the center of everyone's life, and naturally there are not many people who pay attention to you, while your opponent has been paying attention to you. This is not a kind of happiness for you.
Life is like a moment. Suddenly, life is so short. Your opponent is always by your side, adding color to your short life and urging you to seize the time you want to slip away. No rivals, no competition, everything is so dull.
Please respect your opponent! Open your heart and show your noble personality! This is the need of competition and life. Isn't it necessary to live happily and meaningfully in this fleeting life?
Because the opponent is someone who knows you, because he cares about you, because you are destiny takes a hand, because he is your source of motivation, let us learn to recognize him, learn to respect him, and learn to find a noble life in the competition!