Because of the ordinary, I don't have to pursue too much, stop and enjoy one meter of sunshine, and sit and enjoy the flowing clouds in the morning when I hope to fly, or in the evening when yellow flowers pile up all over the teacher's floor; Because it is ordinary, you don't have to taste the ups and downs. After all, I don't have the courage to go out with a smile after Li Bai's dream is broken, and I don't have the calmness of "eclipse 300 lychees for Lingnan people" after Su Shi's relegation. Because I am ordinary, I have an ordinary heart to experience the beauty of "my heart is far from myself".
The eagle has wings, so it fights the sky; Horses have healthy hooves, so they ride the grassland; Whales have flippers, so they swim in the ocean ... me? I have a disability, if disability is also a kind of possession.
Month, the most beautiful is the waning moon; Water, the most beautiful thing, breaks through the calm. Venus's beauty is reflected in her broken arm. Helen Keller's beauty blends with her natural disability. God took away the beauty that should have belonged to them. I believe that God is fair to everyone and I can't be perfect. Therefore, I have a disability. Because of this disability, I lost the most beautiful thing I should have. But I know it's incomplete.
The four seasons of nature are extremely rich; The mountain peak is steeper because it is steep; Neon is especially beautiful because of its colorful colors ... me? I have leisure, if leisure is also a kind of possession.
Life is more fun than leisure, because there is no need to climb mountains and cliffs without flowers and applause, and there is no need to have the luxury of intrigue. I have time to appreciate this beautiful world, instead of thinking about Tao Yuanming's wonderful life of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely" There are green mountains and green waters, a small room, snow-white window paper, slightly soaked in green, at this time I am sitting alone, idle and happy.
Life is a blank sheet of paper, with colorful colors and a full life, but for me, full is not a life of feasting.
Life is a glass of clear water, delicate particles will make it fragrant and sweet, but here, fragrance and sweetness are not as plain and bitter as tea.
Life is the night sky, with brilliant starlight, which is magnificent, but here, splendor does not mean applause and dazzling crown.
I don't despise pursuit, I don't deny perfection, I don't despise enrichment. I just think quietly about what I have and feel happy for what I have.
Bees are hardworking and willing to make honey; Silkworm pupae have tough and happy broken cocoons; Swallows have a clever heart, so they nest happily ... me? I am happy because I have it, the purest and happiest love.