I, like an inconspicuous little star on the horizon, am dim. But it's still a little star, the vast sky, only one. I am unique in the vast sea of people.

In this competitive era, there are countless outstanding people. But I can only silently look at myself in front of the mirror in the corner: alas! A pair of small single eyelid eyes, high nose, red mouth, ordinary temperament, ordinary appearance, ordinary figure, really is the most common one among many girls!

Girls who can sing and dance can impress everyone with wonderful cultural performances; A glib girl can surprise the audience with her clever eloquence; A girl who walks as fast as a fly can show her talents in the sports field with her vigorous posture. And I can only be a silent audience under the stage.

A series of ordinary things will make me hate myself and why the creator didn't give me any talent. But I can't change anything, I can only make my world full of ordinary.

I remember doing English exercises once, because the exercises were so difficult that the students were confused by them. But it is not difficult for me to learn English well. It took me three or five times to solve these problems. When the teacher explained these problems to us again, I listened to the teacher patiently as usual. After the lecture, the teacher asked, "Did any students do everything right?" I raised my hand timidly, but unlike others, I was the only one in my class who raised his hand completely. The teacher immediately gave me a thumbs-up and said, "This is really not easy!" "After listening to the teacher's words, I feel a kind of confidence that I have never had before. I suddenly found out how good I am, not worse than others.

A few days later, another student loves to speak actively in class. Not only does she love contact with people, but there is no doubt that that student is me.

The world is so colorful because there are many lovely people like flowers. If there are only rare and gorgeous flowers such as peony and roses in this world, the world will inevitably be monotonous, but if you add small wild flowers, this beautiful planet will be wonderful because of differences. If you can't be a rose, be a wild flower, and you will find that you are actually a beautiful scenery.

At this time, a classic melody of my brother Leslie Cheung came to my mind: "I am me, fireworks of different colors ..."