The Charm of the Ordinary Author: Wang Guozhen
I will not despise the ordinary, because I am one of the ordinary. My heart is printed with the wishes of ordinary people, and my eyes are printed with the joys and sorrows of ordinary people. What I am looking for is the answer that everyone is looking for.
Yes, I am ordinary, but I don’t need to look down at me with your depth. Even if I look up at something, what I want to see is not your noble face, but the majestic mountains and the height of the sky. Yes, I am ordinary, but there is no need to look down on me with your profundity, even if I listen to something; what I want to listen to is not your empty words, but Lin Tao’s noisy ocean call; yes, I am ordinary, but there is no need to look down on me with your profundity. Your loftiness teases me, no matter what I long for, it will never be your castle in the air, but the fragrance of the earth and the splendor of the morning sun. Of course, when those sincere, familiar or unfamiliar friends remind or encourage me, I will feel warm whether I am right or wrong.
Self-admiration does not represent beauty or brilliance, and thinking that you are extraordinary cannot symbolize heroic spirit.
I admit, I am indeed very ordinary. Ordinary as wind, water, and snow... However, being ordinary has no reason to be proud, and it is not without charm.
The wind is ordinary, if it blows in summer; the water is ordinary, if it is a clear spring in the desert; the snow is ordinary, if it falls between winter and spring...
I appreciate such ordinaryness, I like such ordinaryness, and I also want to work hard to become such ordinaryness.