I often think that green leaves set off red flowers, I often think that cowards set off heroes, I often think that ignorance lists wise men, I often think that all beings turn into buddhas, and I sing that ordinary breeds greatness. ...

I'm looking for ...

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 the cold winter, the wind blows it, and the rain deceives it and presses it. But it still stands upright, emitting a faint fragrance. It resists the strong wind with strength, and stays away from others with a strong reprimand for thunder and lightning ... how beautiful the ordinary is, and I am willing to keep it and cherish it.

I feel very ordinary at heart. Grass, wintersweet, Jinsong ... now I understand that as long as you have perseverance and cherish life, there is greatness in the ordinary.

I'm looking around. ...

Mother's love is ordinary, so is father's love, but the love they gave me is great. Maternal love is like a stream, trickling into the 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, so will father. But their hearts will never grow old. 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. "Life and death are broad, love each other, hold your hand, and grow old with your son ..."

Finally, in the search, I understand, I understand that as long as there is affection in the world, ordinary life can also interpret great significance.

Ordinary things appear every day, and ordinary people live in their ordinary way every day. ...