Look carefully, where is the beauty?

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In the streets of the city, in every corner of the city, in any corner, looking for traces of beauty, only to find that ordinary people have more beauty.

Sitting in front of the desk and looking at the podium, the blackboard was stained with white marks by chalk. One hand turned useless chalk into educational knowledge, while the other hand was wrinkled, completely without the smoothness and gentleness of chalk. Follow this magical arm and find the familiar back. She stood on the stage, wearing that Fang Gezi shirt that hasn't been changed for a long time, waving her arms quickly, writing down very skilled topics with chalk, and practicing with humorous sentences later. Everything is just her job, but everything is full of beauty. Beauty is like this. Look for it. It's not there. Looking for it, it meets you by chance. Her beauty is the word when educating people.

Standing next to the school bus, looking at the texture on the school bus, I was shocked by this beautiful pattern. Suddenly, I saw a familiar figure on the window. She is still wearing that unique Fang Gezi shirt. However, without my previous enthusiasm on the podium, I just supported my forehead with one hand, and my tired look could not be concealed. She leaned there, her head against the glass, and for a moment, the unspeakable feeling was stuck in her heart, and she was tired and knocked on the moving door like vitality. Beauty, hidden in a tired look, is still so ordinary, but it never lacks beauty. Her beauty is due to our fatigue.

On the dark stairs, I found that the office lights were still interdependent in the dark. Looking down, I found that she was correcting her homework under the light. The pen tip slipped smoothly, leaving red marks and frowning slightly. She seems dissatisfied with her homework. After a while, he showed a happy look. I don't know whose homework makes him happy. It's just that her figure looks so good in the light. There is no jewelry decoration, only piles of homework piled up; There are no words of praise, only countless hardships. Her beauty is unknown.

She is an ordinary teacher, but she is not short of beauty. She has an average beauty. Where is the beauty? On the platform, beside the window, under the light, beside us.

Chapter 2: Discovery in the Ordinary

In fact, there is no lack of beauty in the ordinary, but it has not yet been discovered.

One snowy day, my father and I strolled on the Yuan Ye in my hometown. "sameness" has become the best endorsement here, nothing special. The cold wind mixed with snowflakes hit me in the face like handfuls of knives and heartless words. Although my mother has wrapped me in layers of cotton-padded clothes; Scarf; Hat, but I still can't help shivering. Looking up, all I can see is the mountains swallowed and covered by the vast snow.

Suddenly, an isolated stone mountain caught my eye. There are thousands of bare boulders standing aside, bare and without soil, especially in those higher places, where the weather is cold and windy, the vegetation is not growing, and the goshawk does not fly.

However, a plum blossom broke through the stone and stretched out a beautiful and vigorous long arm. On the branches covered with snowflakes, it grew a blossoming "beauty", showing her elegance and unique temperament. Look! It is painted like an elegant girl: some are in bud and shy; Some are already brilliant and full of confidence; More is hesitation, I don't know if I should speak, like hiding my beauty, but I can't completely change it, showing a charming smile. The pink flowers revealed in Snow White draw a beautiful and peaceful picture against the snowflakes on the paper. People can't find anything comparable to it.

Look at plum blossoms again. In order to seek vitality from the stone, in order to firmly grasp the cliff, their roots fought with the stone day and night, and finally pierced the stone as hard as steel with incredible vitality. If you look closely, you will find that these heels often crush stones when they grow and grow! What other flowers have such tenacious vitality?

Plum blossom, like a soldier standing in an inaccessible place in winter, is at the top of the barren peak and wild ridge; On the cliff facing the abyss; In a dangerous and unpredictable desperate situation, you can often see three or two, or even only one solitary plum, standing there in a dazzling identity. They have different postures and postures: heroic, solemn, arrogant or lonely. Looking at them from a distance, you will be respectful; But they-only stand in those unattainable places, so that people can only watch from a distance and can't blaspheme. ......

Indeed, the place where plum blossom grows is really ordinary, but it is this "ordinary" that sets off the miraculous beauty it creates! There is beauty in the ordinary, and there are miracles in life. Plum blossom shows its beauty on the ordinary stone mountain with its irresistible vitality. And why can't we create a miracle of life through our own efforts?

There is beauty in the ordinary. As long as we observe carefully, we can find beauty that others have not found. Perhaps, it is these beautiful things that inspire us, become a stepping stone to our success and help us to the door of success!

Chapter 3: Discovery in the Ordinary

A potted flower, a person and a feeling are destined to be ordinary, but they are also destined to be beautiful.

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The peaceful color of potted chlorophytum moistens my eyes. Every time I touch its tip, I will think of her and feel her deep love for me. ...

Ordinary appearance beauty

That pot of chlorophytum is still blooming. In fact, it has no special color, except for the weak flowers with a little tired bright yellow, which are all green.

Her eyes have been washed away by time and lost their youthful brilliance, but thick glasses still can't hide the love in those eyes. Her hair is silvery white, just like the moonlight left silver stripes on her hair. Years naughty to climb on her forehead, carefully engraved with patterns. She doesn't like to wear colorful clothes, which are big and fat, mostly black, brown and purple. She is an ordinary old woman in the country. She can't dress up and doesn't want to dress up, but there is a different kind of beauty in her bones.

Ordinary life, beautiful

The pot of chlorophytum stayed there quietly, covered with the glory of the sunset, enjoying the comfort of life.

She likes to stay there and read newspapers every day. Thick glasses can't stop the light of knowledge in her eyes. She sometimes licks her fingertips, then holds a corner of the newspaper and turns the page neatly. The newspaper is ringing like a cheerful song. Sometimes I push my glasses, hold a newspaper close to my cheek, frown slightly, and then smile and say easily in a strong dialect, "My eyes are not good when I am old, and I can't wear reading glasses." ; Sometimes I mumble the contents of the newspaper softly, and the tone is ignored. She is immersed in her own comfortable and quiet world, and people can't bear to disturb her. She leads an ordinary life day after day, but she can find beauty in it.

Ordinary love and beauty

That cymbidium probably doesn't like high-profile, and deliberately creates this appearance. It just wants to silently dedicate its fragrance.

At that lunch, I thought jiaozi would be too late to come up. After several reminders, she said, "It will be ready soon. Wait a little longer. " I was so anxious that I left a cold sentence: "I won't eat." Simply cover the quilt and fall asleep. After a while, I could vaguely hear her faint footsteps approaching. She couldn't see my catnap, so she gently pulled the corner of my quilt up, and her rough fingers accidentally touched my cheek. My heart trembled, revealing the softest place ... When I woke up, I saw a bag of hawthorn chips on the bedside table, and she said to eat this appetizer. I looked blankly for a while and immediately felt my eyes ache, as if I had been burned by something. Her love for me is ordinary, but it makes me feel amazing.

That pot of chlorophytum is still blooming. I put it on my bedside, lay under its branches, and fell asleep peacefully under its gentle touch. It has perfumed my dreams and my life. Maybe it is destined to be an ordinary life, but I believe that it is like grandma, like grandma's love for me, a beautiful life that will never die. ...

Chapter four: Discovery in the Ordinary.

Here, chrysanthemum spreads its beauty bit by bit, like hair, bit by bit; Lotus stretches its purity piece by piece, like a girl, one by one. Populus euphratica in the distance is just a scrawny old man, enduring the scorching sun.

diversiform-leaved poplar

Left beauty, left tenderness, left introversion. Come to this boring and lonely area. The hot air has a unique and powerful appearance, absorbing the soul of the whole desert. Populus euphratica, who defeated this powerful demon, stood madly. It has no soft branches, no elegant trunk, let alone smooth bark. Only the dry trunk is far away from those noble trees. Those trees are strong young people and elegant girls. They sent the frail old man to the frontier and enjoyed a pampered life by themselves.

Ordinary Hu Yangshu, ordinary gesture.

The backbone of the desert passes through prosperity, softness and warmth. Populus euphratica's seemingly fragile body is a tenacious life and a vicissitudes of life. They also have infinite pride and unrestrained, they impact the harsh environment into the depths, but they better draw nutrition from their opponents' backs. Such an environment has become another charming scenery in the desert for those plants that are dry and not falling, or even dry and yellow. Only by relying on it as the backbone in the desert can life be tough. Ordinary Hu Yangshu is the backbone of the desert.

Immortal power

Out of weakness, out of dancing, out of connivance. From birth to death, no matter how weak or old, there is always a touch of life to dye the branches green. Perhaps this is the true meaning of their lives. They are born immortal for a thousand years and die immortal for a thousand years. This plant lives in Taklimakan, struggles with the dying desert, can take root deeply in the ruthless sand that wants to deprive it of its life, enjoy nutrition and strive to grow. Although I can't leave this land, I think it has won and overcome a difficulty in controlling my life.

Ordinary Hu Yangshu has such an immortal will.

This is Populus euphratica standing in the dead desert. Secular chanting chrysanthemums, expressing feelings of seclusion in the wild; Chant lotus, praise muddy character. But in the desert of Taklimakan, it reflects the beautiful and strong brilliance of this ordinary Hu Yangshu.