Life is as short as a meteor disappearing in the sky, but as vast as the deep sea. Life is ordinary like a wild flower, and wild flowers will also have spring. Life is moving away from the ordinary and the great. ...
I, looking for it in nature. Look, it's Chimonanthus praecox on the edge of the cliff. In this season of "hundreds of feet of ice on the cliff", "there are still beautiful flowers". In winter, the wind blows it, the rain beats it, the snow deceives it, and the frost presses it. But it still stands upright, emitting a faint fragrance. It resists the strong wind with strength, and it rebukes lightning and thunder with perseverance to avoid others ... Have you heard the story of grass growing in the cracks of stones? Whenever I think of it, I will be impressed by its tenacious vitality and shocked by the great spirit that ordinary life can have. I feel very ordinary at heart. Grass, wintersweet, Jinsong ... I finally understand that as long as you have perseverance and cherish life, there is greatness in the ordinary.
I, looking for it in the world. Farewell to the City is dedicated to a bus driver named Wu Bin. "Today, there is only one driver in Hangzhou; Everything, together with the water and light of the West Lake, is just a passer-by; Today, drivers use their lives to park buses in the tranquility of years; Today, what is left is death, responsibility, love and greatness. Today, my name is Wu Bin. The voice of sorrow and joy lingers in a low voice, like crying. The citizens say this is their mood at the moment. 1 min 16 seconds, Wu Bin fulfilled his duties with his life; 1 min 16 seconds, Wu Bin achieved greatness with the ordinary; Interpret human love and life value with actions.
I looked around. Mother is ordinary, so is father. But the love they gave me was great: maternal love, like a stream, trickled into my heart; My father loved me like a mountain, sheltered me from the wind and rain, and taught me to be strong. Mother, will be old; Father, will be old; But their love is not ancient. They are one of millions of couples, living an ordinary life. They have never seen each other give gifts on Valentine's Day, but they remember each other's favorite dishes. I think no matter how time changes, they will always go hand in hand like this. "Life and death are broad, love each other with your son, hold your hand, and grow old with your son ..."
The glory of life is not ordinary, but mediocre! Just because of the ordinary, we can make our thoughts, feelings and personalities bloom in the picturesque Yuan Ye in March and sing warm and full songs on the lonely road of life. Because of the ordinary, we are free to develop and innovate. Because of the ordinary, we can sow the seeds of extraordinary personality and sentiment, dignity and responsibility in the ordinary land.
In this ordinary life, I stopped, spent and smiled ... life is as short as a meteor disappearing in the sky, but as vast as the deep sea. Life is ordinary like a wild flower, and wild flowers will also have spring. Life is moving away from the ordinary and the great. ...
I, looking for it in nature. Look, it's Chimonanthus praecox on the edge of the cliff. In this season of "hundreds of feet of ice on the cliff", "there are still beautiful flowers". In winter, the wind blows it, the rain beats it, the snow deceives it, and the frost presses it. But it still stands upright, emitting a faint fragrance. It resists the strong wind with strength, and it rebukes lightning and thunder with perseverance to avoid others ... Have you heard the story of grass growing in the cracks of stones? Whenever I think of it, I will be impressed by its tenacious vitality and shocked by the great spirit that ordinary life can have. I feel very ordinary at heart. Grass, wintersweet, Jinsong ... I finally understand that as long as you have perseverance and cherish life, there is greatness in the ordinary.
I, looking for it in the world. Farewell to the City is dedicated to a bus driver named Wu Bin. "Today, there is only one driver in Hangzhou; Everything, together with the water and light of the West Lake, is just a passer-by; Today, drivers use their lives to park buses in the tranquility of years; Today, what is left is death, responsibility, love and greatness. Today, my name is Wu Bin. The voice of sorrow and joy lingers in a low voice, like crying. The citizens say this is their mood at the moment. 1 min 16 seconds, Wu Bin fulfilled his duties with his life; 1 min 16 seconds, Wu Bin achieved greatness with the ordinary; Interpret human love and life value with actions.
I looked around. Mother is ordinary, so is father. But the love they gave me was great: maternal love, like a stream, trickled into my heart; My father loved me like a mountain, sheltered me from the wind and rain, and taught me to be strong. Mother, will be old; Father, will be old; But their love is not ancient. They are one of millions of couples, living an ordinary life. They have never seen each other give gifts on Valentine's Day, but they remember each other's favorite dishes. I think no matter how time changes, they will always go hand in hand like this. "Life and death are broad, love each other with your son, hold your hand, and grow old with your son ..."
The glory of life is not ordinary, but mediocre! Just because of the ordinary, we can make our thoughts, feelings and personalities bloom in the picturesque Yuan Ye in March and sing warm and full songs on the lonely road of life. Because of the ordinary, we are free to develop and innovate. Because of the ordinary, we can sow the seeds of extraordinary personality and sentiment, dignity and responsibility in the ordinary land.
In this ordinary life, I stopped, picked flowers and smiled. ...