Whenever I hear the sweet erhu sound, I always think of that night. It was very cold that night, and the cold wind made me shiver, but I felt very warm.
It's probably past eight o'clock, so I can't help stepping up my pace, on the one hand, to keep warm, on the other hand, to go home early. Far away, I vaguely heard the soft erhu sound, with a bit of sadness in the long. In normal times, I might still be in the mood to enjoy it slowly, but it's different now. I don't have the leisure time. Slowly, as I get closer, the sound of erhu becomes clearer and clearer. By the dim light, I saw the player's face clearly. This is an old man. It is not difficult to see from his thin clothes and the broken bowl in front of him that this is a beggar. I suddenly feel disgusted and want to go away quickly. I caught a glimpse of the old man's eyes by accident. I will never forget those eyes. There is a touch of sadness, a touch of helplessness, but not humility. My heart seems to have stopped for a moment, and my hand is consciously touching my pocket.
As soon as you put your hand in, you will know that you are not used to going out without money. I had to sigh, take a sympathetic look at the old man and prepare to walk away.
"Ding", a crisp and pleasant voice made me turn around involuntarily. A middle-aged man, with a six-year-old girl, dropped a coin in the broken bowl in front of the old man. It seems that he can't stand it again. He felt in his pocket for a long time, then took out two coins and put them in the bowl. I glanced at him and there was hardly a smile on his face. Judging from what he and the girl are wearing, they are not rich. The man took the girl by the hand and left. I turned my head and walked on.
"Dad, I want to eat lollipops!" There was a crunchy sound behind him. "Dear daughter, eating too many lollipops is bad for your teeth." "No, I want to eat!" Then there was a sigh. I know, it was that man and that woman just now, but why did he sigh? I was just thinking when I heard the man speak again: "Dear daughter, listen to your father. Do you think that old uncle was pitiful just now? " "hmm." "So, should we help him?" "yes." "Yes, dad gave him all the money he brought with him. Do you still want to eat lollipops? " "Oh, then I won't eat, give it to my old uncle!" The man seemed to smile and fell silent again.
Just a few words, only a minute in total, but my heart seems to have been hit by something. This should be, is the true feelings of the world. That old man, according to reason, should not end up in such a miserable situation. Even his closest relatives refused to take him in, and a stranger who had never met was willing to give him the only three coins left on him. There are only three coins.
That man's virtue tells me that the ordinary is beside me.
"Ding", the sound of coins hitting the bowl, is particularly crisp.
Uncle Wu, the postman, delivers newspapers and periodicals to my home on time at noon every day. One day it rained cats and dogs at noon, and the thunder shocked people's ears. I thought Uncle Wu wouldn't come. The newspaper he ordered will arrive in a day. But when I was having lunch, someone knocked at the door. I opened the door and saw him wearing a raincoat. Beads of water flowed down the brim of his hat and dripped on Uncle Wu's generous shoulder. His trousers are covered with mud and his hands are full. Although the scene of Uncle Wu's serious work is very ordinary, isn't this the ordinary beauty around me?
My Chinese teacher, Miss Chen, has been the head teacher of our class since the fourth grade. Her black hair is always curly, and she looks full of energy, with big eyes, thick curved eyebrows and a pretty nose. In class, her blackboard writing is so powerful, her blackboard writing is so concise, her lectures are so vivid, and every class is so deeply rooted in people's hearts. She said not only articles in Chinese books, but also every class. Teacher Chen is very serious and strict, sometimes demanding, but it is just like this that has improved my Chinese a lot.
She is very serious. In the fifth grade, she taught us Chinese, but she also had another job, which was to manage the canteen of our school and the meals of teachers and students. I thought she would be half-hearted, but to my surprise, although she had to manage the canteen and teach us, she devoted more energy to the class. Although Mr. Chen occasionally comes to class a little late, we all consciously pick up our textbooks and read them aloud. Mr. Chen will tell us why when he comes late. When the teacher explains the homework, he will carefully analyze all the problems and then tell us how to solve them.
One night after school, I was still training in the track and field team. We are going home. I habitually look into the teacher's office or classroom, and I find that the lights in the classroom are on. At this moment, the students in our class came out. I asked, "Is there anyone else in the classroom?" He said, "Teacher Chen is still teaching students homework." Although the students were left to do their homework, the teacher stayed with them until they finished it. Later, the students walked out of the school gate one after another. When the people we trained were leaving, I saw Mr. Chen coming out with a bag on his back. She said that she wanted to exercise, so she rode a bike every day, which was good for her physical and mental health. She gets off work after 7: 00 every day1and arrives at school after 6: 00 in the morning. Every time I enter the school gate, I see the teacher's bike at the entrance of the canteen. The teacher comes out of the canteen to write recipes for a week. Then class, so cycle every day, the teacher is so hard, in fact, for our own good. Teachers are like golden keys, which open the door to literary knowledge for us. Teachers are like chalk, like candles, selfless dedication, no complaints. Teachers are like trees, sheltering us from the wind and rain. I am proud of having such an ordinary and responsible teacher. I want to say to my teacher, "Teacher, you are so beautiful!" " "
Ordinary is beside me. But it is the ordinary people in Qian Qian who create the beauty of our life.
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