When I slowly began to forget, it was even harder to spit out the third and fourth buds. ...
Occasionally, I suddenly looked up and saw that it actually produced beautiful flowers, and I suddenly realized that the fragrance of life was only revealed at that moment. Perhaps, it is small and disdainful. Because it is just an ordinary flower! However, "greatness is seen in the ordinary." How can it be great without the ordinary? In fact, we should not be full of contempt for the ordinary. It is easy to say "ordinary". On second thought, who can really be "ordinary" in this world? Once upon a time, I also worked hard for that "greatness", but I forgot the true meaning of "ordinary".
I still remember the first time I stepped into the school gate and entered the class, and I was always the protagonist at home. Suddenly I feel really small. The school is so big and all kinds of lively students are all over the campus. Where can I have a place? But I refused to accept it, had an argument with my classmates and robbed them of their things. I must be the monitor. Because at that time, I thought the monitor was a famous figure in the class and the protagonist. However, the teacher didn't let me get what I wanted. Because I am so small, no one will notice me. With the growth of my age, I understand that if I want to be a protagonist, I can't get it all the time, but I can succeed by my own efforts.
After that, I pursued it and finally became the protagonist-I won the first place in the final exam and was rated as a "three-good student". I am so happy, because I succeeded. People around me began to pay attention to me, praise me and make friends with me. It wasn't long before I became the monitor.
However, over time, I began to get tired of it. I keep asking myself: Why? Why must you be a "great" person? Later, I gave up the pursuit of "greatness" and gave the opportunity to others. At this time, I finally understand that being ordinary means keeping a normal heart. Why do you always look forward to the greatness of tomorrow? Why can't it always be "ordinary" today? Now, I am willing to be a little flower and live an ordinary life. Xiaohua has its ordinary beliefs, and I also have firm goals. Wish to be a little flower, wish to be ordinary, just like a little flower, let our ordinary life give vent to fragrance and smile!
I sincerely hope that life is no longer just for grandeur, but more for cherishing the ordinary.
Article 2: A drop of water can reflect a colorful world. An ordinary technology can perform a wonderful life.
No prominent family background, no special heroic feats, no highly educated Lao Wang, just a most ordinary person. Like most of us, walking in the street is easy to be overwhelmed by crowds and traffic. However, it is such an ordinary old man who, with his enthusiasm, hard-working hands and wise exploration, stuck to his ordinary post for decades, turned ordinary technology into perfect art, and finally achieved his wonderful life as a "great country craftsman".
People asked Lao Wang why he received such praise and how he felt about it. Lao Wang always lights a cigarette slowly first, takes a few sips with ease and enjoyment, smiles lightly and says, "I'm not flattering, just doing one thing and loving one thing." As long as there is love, you will use your heart; As long as you do it with your heart, you will do it well. The more exquisite, the more beautiful you will find. This kind of beauty is called "art". When Lao Wang said the word "art", the smoke of cigarettes just wrapped around his fingertips artistically.
Yes, there are no tricks and no shortcuts. Lao Wang has no higher education and has been engaged in welding since he graduated from higher vocational education. As we know, welding is a hard and tiring job, and many young people will complain when they first come into contact, give up halfway and switch to other jobs. Some people even turn over and over again, pick and choose, and finally achieve nothing, and finally empty-handed.
As the saying goes, "once bitten, twice shy", there has never been an easy job in the world, and every job has certain difficulties; There is no particularly great job, and every job is ordinary and ordinary. Do a good job in ordinary work with certain difficulties. First of all, we should love our work, settle down, work hard and enjoy it.
When we love our work and stick to it for a long time, we will find beauty in the little things every day. And this wonderful discovery requires us to have a pair of eyes to appreciate, and to upgrade ordinary technology into a brand-new and perfect art in ordinary work. It is said that practice makes perfect. We are familiar with the story of the oil seller thousands of years ago. Today, around us, Lao Wang has performed a wonderful life from ordinary skills.
Chapter 3: Ordinary people write 800 words of high school argumentative essays. The classic works in the world are all heavy. They are works honed by years and have stood the test of time. Big waves wash sand and rivers rush, leaving behind glittering treasures. Jane Eyre is one of the brightest pearls.
In those relaxed and lazy days, I found the motivation to struggle. It is such an ordinary-looking book, Jane Eyre, that shows me the direction in the fog.
Even the title of the book only uses the heroine's name, which is really not elegant. The book only tells the growth process of Jane Eyre, which can be described as unpretentious. Obviously it looks like an ordinary story, but with the deepening of reading, I gradually tasted the extraordinary taste. Unlike the heroines portrayed in some novels, Jane Eyre has no outstanding beauty, no noble background, and even a warm home is just an extravagant hope for her. But this ordinary woman has won the favor of her master Rochester with her noble character and great personality charm.
Jane Eyre is not only ordinary, but also experienced many hardships that ordinary people have never experienced. She is like a humble seed in a crack in the rock. She is like a clam that grinds its skin painfully with sand and gravel. She is like the rising sun wrapped in a haze, and fate doesn't seem to care for her. ...
But she is none other than Jane Eyre! Ordinary can make her see the beauty, ugliness, goodness and evil of this world more clearly, and filthy things can't invade her heart; Ordinary makes her long for happiness and pursue a higher spiritual realm, which makes her make a choice without hesitation after countless fierce ideological struggles; Ordinary makes her like a rock pine in the snow, standing in front of any test without losing dignity and strength; Ordinary makes her have to improve herself again and again ... so, what is presented to us is a Jane Eyre that is no longer ordinary! She is full of passion and vitality, she is brave and tenacious, and her moral character is noble. Her rich inner world and never-ending spirit of exploration make her shine!
Ordinary seeds in cracks in rocks may be bred by young seedlings breaking the shackles and looking up at the green of the sun; The commonness of frosted mussels may be a bright and round pearl; The ordinary rising sun in the haze may be bred by the golden light penetrating the haze and scattering the brilliance of the new day into the brilliance of the earth. ...
Any ordinary variety may be extraordinary.
Are you ordinary? If so, as long as the hope in your heart has not been extinguished and the pace of pursuit has not stopped, I believe you will be surprised to find that you are no longer ordinary at a certain moment.
"The more I have no relatives or people to rely on, the more I respect myself." Through the long tunnel of time, we can still hear Jane Eyre's clear and firm voice.
Article 4: Ordinary people write 800 words of high school argumentative essays. The world football star Fei Bailey once said, "Don't just praise beautiful and towering things, the plains and hills are equally immortal."
Not only the dazzling people are great, but also those who pay silently behind their backs deserve our respect.
Road sweeper is a controversial profession. When we were very young, our parents taught us: "You must study hard, otherwise you can only pick up garbage in the street." Almost everyone has heard this sentence,
The job of a road cleaner has also been labeled as a worthless person to pass the time. Gradually, street cleaners became a despised profession. But has anyone ever thought that we sit in spotless entertainment facilities on flat and clean streets every day, and who made all this for us? Yes, it is the street cleaner who has been misunderstood by some people. Do you think, without these so-called worthless cleaners, would our surroundings be as clean as before?
If you go out and the streets are full of rubbish, will you still be in a good mood? So don't think that street cleaners are a useless profession, but what they give you is a comfortable environment, which is made up of ordinary bits and pieces. They are beauticians in the city. I think everyone knows the great physicist Newton, who discovered "gravity", and this great discovery was made because of an ordinary little thing. That day, he happened to be sitting under a tree reading a book and was hit on the head by an apple, but he made this discovery, which has made great contributions to human science. This just shows that ordinary breeds greatness? No matter how far the road is, everyone has to walk step by step; In a successful enterprise, it is also a bit hard; In terms of excellent results, it is not easy to come again and again. In the gorgeous poems and songs, it is also a bit of scrutiny.
Sometimes, ordinary and great are only one step away. Behind the greatness, there are countless ordinary things that converge into our own glory. No one is born with rare talent. All successful people create a world by their own hands and become favored by heaven. So, don't disdain the ordinary. Great people are dazzling, but isn't it a good thing to be an ordinary person? We don't want greatness, we want ordinary greatness.
What is ordinary? Ordinary is not mediocre, perhaps it is this extraordinary ordinary that makes our life more colorful.
He is an ordinary cleaner with a dark face, rough skin and rags. He rides a cleaning car through the streets of the city all day. As long as he passes by, no matter how dirty and messy, he can quickly become clean and tidy.
In the morning, when people are rushing to work and school, I can see him bending down to pick up garbage; At noon, when everyone rushed to the restaurant to eat, I could see him cleaning the road seriously; In the afternoon, when people came home tired, I could see him pushing the car clean. He always seems to be busy. I have never seen him rest, even at noon in hot summer or in the morning in cold winter.
I can have an intersection with him because of a recent "wrestling loss incident". That was the deadline for paying tuition, and I was walking on my way to school with the money my mother gave me. It's so cold in the winter morning that I can't help but step up and want to sit in the warm classroom early. Walking, I don't know what happened, suddenly I stumbled and almost fell to the ground. My hand instinctively took it out of my pocket and pulled it in the air. After I stabilized myself, I quickly looked left and right. Fortunately, the pedestrians on the road are far away from me and can't see my bad luck. So I walked forward with confidence. As soon as I sat in the classroom, the monitor began to collect tuition fees one by one. I put my hand into my pocket, and the left side-empty, the right side-empty, pants pocket-empty, schoolbag-no. What's the matter? Obviously I put it in my pocket. My mother checked my pockets before I left home. How could it not be? I felt my pocket carefully, but it didn't break. Where did it go?
Just when I was very anxious, my right hand somehow hurt. I looked at the pain and there was a red scratch. I suddenly remembered the picture that I almost fell on the road just now. It is estimated that the scar on my right hand was scratched by the zipper when I took it out of my pocket. Wait, I remember my mother finally stuffed the money into the right pocket. I didn't accidentally take it out, did I? what can I do? There are so many people coming and going on the road that someone else must have picked them up. Seeing that the monitor was about to walk in front of me, I rummaged through my pockets, hoping that I had made a mistake, hoping that it was only in a corner and I didn't find it.
"xx, what about your tuition?" The monitor came over and asked me, "I seem to have lost it." "What? What should I do? Today is the last day of payment, and you actually lost the money! " "Well ..." I answered calmly. "Where did you lose it? Can you get it back? " The monitor asked. "There are so many pedestrians, they must have been taken away." "Not necessarily, go and see, maybe you can find it!" I walked out of the classroom in disbelief and was stopped as soon as I left the school gate. When I looked back, it was a cleaner. I thought to myself: Why is he here? Why is he holding me? Without saying a word, the cleaner rummaged in his pocket for a long time and finally took out a plastic bag. He handed me the bag and said, "This is yours. I saw you fall down this morning. Something fell out of your pocket, but you left in a hurry without picking it up. I know you are a student and there is a school near here, but I don't know your grade or your name. School security prevented me from entering. Fortunately, you are out, take it quickly! " I took the money and quickly said, "Thank you." He grinned and said, "Thank you. Come on in. I'm going to work."
Looking at his farther and farther back, my eyes are a little blurred. He must be short of money, too, and can cover at least half a month's salary, but he has no greed and has paid it all back. I only knew that he was conscientious in his work before, but I didn't want his moral character to be equally noble.
Chapter 6: When it rains in summer, boredom is all around us. The unexpected exam is coming again, and the annoying parent-teacher meeting will have to go through it again. Everything seems very uncomfortable. I always feel that all the prosperity is shrouded in gloom, leaving only endless ethereal and desolate. ...
My parents often teach me to be outstanding when I grow up. When I was a child, I just nodded to make my parents happy, but people will grow up and learn to think, so I often ask myself, am I really better than others? Do we have to be admired by everyone? Still rich? I don't think so. In my eyes, society is like a lake, everyone is a drop of water, almost invisible, indispensable and unparalleled. Of course, some people think that since we are in the next life, we will inevitably regret leaving nothing behind. It's better to finish it with a bang. Why mediocrity? I don't think people who say such things will do much, because they haven't understood the pain of being concerned. As for what is pain? I don't think the answer is unique. For example, if you are a popular star, everyone is paying attention to your every move, exploring the past and scars you don't want to remember, and paparazzi are watching you at the door before dawn, and reporters interview you and make things difficult for you. Do you still think this kind of life will be happy? Are you happy? Will add colorful colors to your life? I think your answer is no, but from another angle, isn't it a different kind of happiness? At least you have happiness, freedom and truth that they don't have. ...
I remember a playmate who said this when I was a child. She said, "For us, happiness means being able to play together, chat together and become best friends." Happiness is nothing more than happiness in some simple things for us, so ordinary and happiness are synchronous. Don't worry about the ordinary, otherwise happiness will only drift away from you.
I have the habit of collecting small things, such as buttons, glass balls, candy wrappers and zippers. Don't underestimate these ordinary things. They can bring me a lot of interest. Buttons alone have a great effect. When I'm sad, I always pick up the blue button, gently set it, watch it quietly and tell my feelings. That string of blue is like an elegant blue ribbon, slowly soothing my uneasy heart. Sometimes I think of them more as good friends to talk to than as playthings. Even though they are ordinary, I can still feel the happiness they bring me. ...
Living a plain life is actually a kind of happiness. It's just that we all value interests too much, want attention and are crazy, so we despise ordinary happiness, but in the end it is often this kind of happiness that accompanies us all our lives.