Qingyuanmei

Life is not everywhere, youth is just coming.

Although moss is as small as rice, it also blooms like peony.

On New Year's Day, when I turned on the TV, I accidentally saw CCTV's large-scale poetry and cultural music program "Classic Reading". It was neither early nor late, and I happened to see this "moss". Everything was quiet when I heard it.

I lost consciousness when tears welled up in my eyes. The child's heavenly voice and the unusual artistic conception of that little poem just got into my heart defenseless.

Teacher Liang Jun took his beloved guitar to teach in the depths of poor mountains. He composed his favorite poems into songs with the most sincere feelings, which opened another window of life for children in mountainous areas. They grew up together, achieved each other and wrote the most beautiful poems in the world.

Truth, goodness and beauty always touch people's hearts inadvertently. "Qingsi", without flowery rhetoric, majestic momentum and tender tenderness, is as simple and straightforward as 20 words, but it is unforgettable and will be remembered forever. Just because its interpretation of life fits every ordinary life of ours.

Whether it's Mr. Liang Jun in the program, children in the mountains or ourselves, most people will be ordinary people all their lives, just like unknown flowers and grass on the earth, but so what, as long as we work hard to bloom, there will be the color of spring.

These days, I always unconsciously hum this song "Moss". Lyrics and tunes often linger in my ears, and then there are some short stories that have touched me countless times.

Choose two to tell you, let us feel the warmth of "God never shuts one door but he opens another".

Every time I read this story, I feel that the protagonist in the story is like a little dandelion on the roadside. Just call her "Xiaoying".

Xiaoying is an ordinary little girl, and her classmates call her "No.23 girl". There are fifty students in her class, and Xiaoying always ranks 23rd in every exam. Over time, she got the title.

Xiaoying's parents, both of whom graduated from prestigious schools in Gaofei, are excellent managers of the company. They are at a loss in the face of their daughter who has been in the middle of the grade.

Dad said that when it comes to company activities or class reunion, other people's children not only get excellent grades, but also have many specialties and talents. Those parents are proud of the spring breeze, but their daughter has nothing to show off and he feels inferior.

A Mid-Autumn Festival, a gathering of friends and relatives. During the dinner, everyone asked the children to talk about what they would do in the future. Children don't have stage fright, scrambling to say their ideals. Pianist, star, politician ... Even a four-and-a-half-year-old girl said she wanted to be the host of CCTV, and suddenly she won a burst of admiration.

Meanwhile, Xiaoying is taking care of her younger brother and sister. She is very busy. Someone remembers, but she hasn't said yet. Everyone thinks that she is the eldest of the children, and her ambition should be even more extraordinary.

Urged by everyone, Xiaoying replied seriously: "When I grow up, my first wish is to be a kindergarten teacher and lead the children to sing, dance and play games."

Everyone politely agreed, and then asked her the second choice. Xiaoying said generously, "I want to be a mother, wear an apron with the tinkling cat, cook dinner in the kitchen, then tell stories to the children and lead them to watch the stars on the balcony."

Suddenly, the atmosphere was so awkward that relatives and friends didn't know what to say. Xiaoying's father raised his glass and couldn't say a word.

In fact, Xiaoying's parents didn't bother to improve her grades. At one time, they gave her many remedial classes, and she had to do all kinds of papers after finishing her homework every day. She is very sensible, and although she worked hard, she did it meticulously. I was still twenty-three years old when I took the final exam.

Later, because she was overwhelmed, Xiaoying became seriously ill. After my illness, I began to have anorexia, weariness of studying and insomnia. Later, I got 33 students.

The result stunned her parents. Looking at her emaciated daughter, they decided to give up this behavior and give her a free sky.

An outing organized by my mother's colleague gave my parents a new understanding of Xiaoying. At the picnic, two children had a bitter quarrel over a glutinous rice cake, and it was useless for adults to persuade them. At this time, Xiaoying easily broke the deadlock by tossing a coin.

On the way back, some children became anxious and the atmosphere in the car became less harmonious. Xiaoying took the initiative to stand up and tell jokes. As he spoke, he cut out many lifelike animals from the food box, which attracted the children's admiration. When they got off the bus, each child had his favorite animal paper-cut. They all gathered around Xiaoying to say thank you and asked her to sign the paper-cut.

When mom and dad saw this scene, they couldn't help laughing proudly.

After the mid-term exam, the class teacher called Xiaoying's mother and told her one thing. The teacher said: "I have been teaching for so many years, and this is the first time I have encountered such a thing." There is a question on the Chinese test paper. Which classmate do you admire most? Everyone in the class wrote Xiaoying's name except Xiaoying. The reasons are: enthusiastic, trustworthy, not angry, easy to get along with, optimistic and humorous, smart and kind. "

The teacher can't help but sigh: "Although the child's grades are average, he is really excellent as a person!"

Mom joked with Xiaoying, "You have become a hero in the class!" " "Xiaoying said seriously:" The English teacher once said a proverb: When a hero passes by, someone always sits on the roadside and applauds. I don't want to be a hero, I want to be a person who sits on the roadside and applauds. "

This is the end of the story. Every time I think of the sentence "I don't want to be a hero, I want to be a person sitting on the roadside clapping", I am deeply moved.

This child, like an ordinary dandelion on the roadside, quietly opens. She is never jealous of blooming peony. She has her own Lantern Festival, which is free and vast.

This shy little girl like hyacinthus orientalis is only four years old. Her father works in other places, and her mother takes care of her while working. She is busy every day.

She is not the kind of lively and happy child who loves singing and dancing. In the words of the kindergarten teacher, she said, "This child is like a mimosa. He keeps his mouth shut in music class, and dance class is always half a beat slower than others. Even when playing games, he is looking around the corner alone ... "

She was told that she was dying at birth. After she went to kindergarten, among a group of lively and lovely babies, she was not only short in stature, but also extremely dull in character. These have always made my mother very anxious.

Once, it snowed heavily, and my mother went to the kindergarten to pick her up after work. The teacher told her an embarrassing thing: she can't control her appetite recently, and she often needs more rice when she has a stomachache.

While the teacher was talking, a parent walked by with a little boy. Mother saw her parents looking back at them, revealing a Gherardini expression. Mother felt that the other party was laughing at her, and she was extremely annoyed.

After returning home, my mother shut herself in her room, trying to control her inner anger and closing her eyes to ignore her daughter. After a while, my daughter pushed the door and came in, hiding by the door, and my mother finally broke out. She shouted: "get out, I don't want to see you, how could I give birth to you idiot!" "

The child panicked and said for a long time, "Mom, will a person kill his own hand?" The mother found the child's little hand hiding behind her dripping blood.

At that moment, mom was probably desperate. She braved the snow and took her children to the hospital. The child didn't cry and didn't want to hug, just silently followed his mother.

Suture, infusion, tossing in the hospital until late at night, the child fell asleep. Sitting in the hospital with her baby in her arms, her mother burst into tears. The child's father is far away from home, and she runs around in sick children and complicated work every day. The great pressure almost overwhelmed her.

I came home very late that day and heard the phone ring as soon as I entered the door. It's a kindergarten teacher. The teacher said, "I have been calling you tonight." If I can't get through, I will feel guilty and can't sleep. "

It turned out that the parents who heard the teacher talking to their mother went to see the teacher. He told the teacher that his child and the girl were good friends. His children say that it is not stupid or greedy for a girl to eat hard, because she thinks her mother works hard. If she is full, she won't get sick all the time, grow taller and be smart. If she helps her mother, she won't be bored.

The teacher also said that the girl said that her mother likes apples best, and she should learn to peel apples.

Mother saw a dried apple on the coffee table, which was pitted with faint blood stains, and there was a sharp fruit knife beside it.

She realized that the child hurt herself so badly in order to peel an apple for her!

Mother walked into her daughter's room with tears in her eyes, only to find her wearing a white gauze skirt in summer. When the daughter saw her mother, she said softly, "Mom, don't cry. I will dance for you. I just learned that "hyacinthus orientalis is open. "

She sang softly, swinging her arms slowly, and her closed hands were like a shy closed bud. In the light, the bud opens timidly. She raised her left hand over her head, wrapped in a thick bandage, and her petals spread out bit by bit. She finally opened herself up as a hyacinthus orientalis whiter than snow.

She said, "Mom, all the children laugh at me for driving too slowly. People call me an idiot. The dance teacher told everyone that I am not an idiot. I am a white hyacinthus orientalis. I am very quiet and shy. I drive slower than hyacinthus orientalis in purple, blue and red, but it will be the most beautiful after completion. "

This little white hyacinthus orientalis, in this snowy and cold winter night, has deeply warmed the tired heart of mother and the hearts of countless people.

I have read this story many times, and I cry every time I read it. At this moment, when I typed these words on the keyboard, tears blurred my vision again.

Everyone has his own flower of life, whether it is gorgeous and prosperous like peony or unknown like moss, it is a noble life worthy of respect.

I never knew that moss would bloom before listening to it. However, even if everyone doesn't know it, haven't they been trying to bloom in places where the sun can't shine for thousands of years?

Most of us are ordinary people, so are our children. If we are healthy and happy, if we don't go against our wishes, we and our children can all become kind ordinary people.

Even if we are ordinary people, we still deserve to bloom to the fullest, just as the song goes, "Streams converge into the sea, dreams stand tall, and the wind comes and flowers bloom naturally."

Little dandelion, shy hyacinthus orientalis, I don't know why, no one appreciates why, when I open with the wind, this is the most beautiful moment!

Life is not everywhere, youth is just coming.

Although moss is as small as rice, it also blooms like peony.

Streams merge into the sea, dreams stand up as mountains,

Flowers will bloom naturally when the wind comes.

Dreams are signposts that light up for you.

All the darkness paved the way for the morning.

The future is open, brave boy,

You are an indispensable part of the puzzle.

The world is pure white and full of dreams.

Name the future after you.

The voice of the goose is still there. When I was a child,

The voice in my ear is still there, like the wind warming my heart.