In his novel the ordinary World, Lu Yao wrote: each of us lives in a world, and even the most ordinary people have to fight for the world they live in.
Thinking of these words in the early morning, I stood on the balcony looking at this world that belongs to us. The morning light rises gradually from the east, and the tall buildings of the city are illuminated by a ray of light. On every tall building, there are many windows. Ordinary people like me live in the windows. We go home in the morning and dusk.
Life is ordinary, no one can escape. Give birth to children, birth, old age, sickness and death, affection, friendship, love, every ordinary thing closely related to oneself, all with the truest temperature of life. The early morning sun, the fresh air, the fragrance of the grass, and some of the people who accompany us in our lives.
I am very glad that I am also an ordinary person in this ordinary world. It is because of the ordinary that I am able to observe and touch the world with the thinking and perspective of an ordinary person. I am glad to be able to wake up every day and see the sun and relatives. I will go on the road for food, clothing, shelter and transportation, and cry bitterly for the lost part.
The ordinariness of life is telling us in its own way. The stress of work, the ups and downs of life, and emotional joys and sorrows, small things are surrounded like a flood. Carrying firewood, rice, oil and salt in one hand and poetic sentiment in the other, we each walk in a world that is not easy.
Even in the most ordinary life, there are people and things that warm our hearts. Familiar people, strangers, in their own ordinary life, pay their own feelings to create the beauty of this world.
I work in the Sinology Education Group where I teach, and there are many people around me who have moved me. In the opening season of another year, teacher Miao of Zhuge College donated 5,000 yuan to Yuangu City, the college dream of the top student in the college entrance examination. He vowed to donate to a poor student every year to realize his college dream.
This is what happens around you, but with the brilliance of ordinary life. Born human, most of them are ordinary. We are not born to be extraordinary, but what we do later makes us stand out from the ordinary.
In the Sinology literacy class every Wednesday, the tutor will set aside some time to share. I am often moved to spend this time, colleagues open their hearts, talking about the work of stress and contradictions, joy and harvest. They shed tears sincerely, analyzed sincerely, and really existed.
Some people are discouraged because they do not achieve their expected goals at work, some apologize for the friction of some small things, some are moved by their academic progress, and too many ordinary little things happen in the most ordinary jobs. Too many ordinary emotions breed in our group of ordinary people. Reading and appreciation of American articles
Laugh when you are happy, cry when you are sad, seek help when you are stressed, and reconcile when you are angry. This is life. But we have a common goal, that is, to inherit Chinese traditional culture. We rejoice, weep, and hope.
I am often moved by the colleagues around me, although they are so ordinary, or small, but they have a heart willing to pay, which is enough to move my heart. Yes, life is like this, ordinary and ordinary, vivid and rhythmic.
"ordinary World," Tian Fujun said: we live, not to have and get what, what matters is what we have done in this life.
I deeply realize that under the logic of ordinary life, there is still touching warmth and love, and there are still yearning dreams and expectations.
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