The days go by like this day by day, unremarkably, and they slip away quietly from us every day. Even if they are ordinary, they are still so fragrant.
It was another politics class, and the teacher spoke vividly. This was a question raised by a classmate - where is the beauty in life? The teacher said unhurriedly: "There is beauty everywhere in life. I just lack a pair of eyes to discover beauty. Plants have the natural beauty of plants, society has the harmonious beauty of poetry, and even life has its own beauty. Then he asked: "What's so beautiful about life, teacher?" "You need to discover it yourself." The teacher said with a smile. Probably, I should have the eyes to discover beauty, to discover the beauty of life.
It was another quiet morning. My mother still got up early to make breakfast for me, but I was still asleep at the time. Soon, a "piercing" alarm sounded. I involuntarily got up from the bed and looked out the window. It was still dark, and a sense of complaint emerged in my heart. "Hey! Why do you get up so early every day? I'm so exhausted and I haven't woken up yet!" At this time, my mother, who heard what I said, walked out of the kitchen and said, "I don't usually see you complaining. What's wrong with you today?" You wake up at this time every day, do you have to complain about such an ordinary day?" I shook my head, and my mother said: "It's good to have such an ordinary day, but you didn't notice it. "Maybe, I really didn't. Discover.
It’s my dad’s birthday again, and the whole family is happy. The dishes are on the dining table, which is mouth-watering. Dad doesn’t like cakes and has never bought cakes, except for my birthday of course. Although there is no cake, making a wish is a must. Dad said: “My biggest wish is that my daughter will succeed in school and our family will be happy.” People are always together, living such an ordinary life, enjoying this ordinary life. ""Yes," the mother continued: "The happiest thing is to live an ordinary, ordinary life like this, as a family. "It's a joy." Yes, the light days also have their beauty and fragrance.
Days are like old wine, only by savoring it carefully can you taste its sweetness; days are like poetry, only after you sing it with your heart can you understand its charm; days are like this, plain and fragrant, quiet and distant ……