Every morning when I went to school, he was already busy there; when the evening study hall was closed, he was still busy under the yellow light. The first time I saw him, I saw him in the morning, and he was already busy there. I had never noticed him before, but I felt as if he belonged there. The time of the junior high school is very tight, really can be described as a starry night. I was in a hurry and had no time to think.

On the weekend morning, the old man's barking woke me up.

The incessant hawking really woke me up from my half-asleep state. I remembered that my mother did not agree to buy me a new pair of shoes yesterday and felt a nagging feeling, so I had to take the opportunity to buy breakfast to go downstairs to take a break.

It was at this point that I saw him - the old man spreading pancakes. There were a few people there buying pancakes, and I got in the back of the line. Finally it was my turn, "Grandpa, give me a pancake." "Okay, just wait a few minutes." The old man looked up and replied with a smile on his face.

The town always wakes up too early. Last night's dust has not yet had time to calm down, just darkened street lamps still seem to have a dim yellow light to penetrate out, a closer look is the refraction of the morning sun. Not many people would notice such a scene. Young white-collar workers wrapped in trench coats on the street waiting for the bus, makeup is exquisite but can not hide the heavy face of tiredness. Sedan after sedan whizzes past, carrying the slightly richer but still tired middle-class people of this town.

At this point, there is usually less of the "upper class". More often than not, it's mothers holding their children, company employees running for their lives in fear of being late for work, and older men on motorcycles going out to do their errands. A baozi store by the side of the road is always crowded with people shouting and shouting, but fortunately the owner's wife has practiced the magical skill of not forgetting what she hears. There were also a number of vendors with large umbrellas on the open ground on both sides of the street, and their shouts were no less loud than those from the baozi store.

Take away the hustle and bustle of this town, and what's left is just boring. I guess everyone is busy for themselves.

Finally it was my turn, and the old man was busy while chatting with me. The old man wiped his hands with a clean towel, put some batter on the pan, and then used a palm-sized board to spread the batter evenly, very skillful, not at all slow. The years had left deep footprints on his face, but you could see that the old man was very tough and always had a smile on his face. The brown coat, a pair of outdated sneakers, clean and simple, any in which the pile of people are inconspicuous.

I learned that the old man is a retired worker, his children are successful, in the big city has a good job. His sons and daughters want to take him to the big city to let him enjoy the happiness, but he just do not want to, feel busy half of his life is not idle, so they set up a pancake stall.

The old man folded the pancakes into a bag and handed it to me, and I paid him and then turned around and went home. I didn't walk a few steps, I heard someone shouting urgently, I looked back, it was the old man. I saw the old man ran over in a hurry, wiped his hands, took out the change in his pocket, carefully spread the edges of the change, put it in my hand, his face full of apologies, said: "I'm sorry, look at this old fool, I almost forgot to look for your money, really, don't you ever care ah." I then remembered the matter of change, and said "all right, all right", this time the old man's face only surfaced again smile.

One after another, a few more people came to buy breakfast at the pancake stand, and the old man still had his pancakes on one side and said hello on the other. The old man, even though he can enjoy his life, he still has to earn his own living. As for me, I already have enough shoes to wear, in order to save face, in order to be selfish and possessive, but still asked my mom to buy me another pair of shoes, only to satisfy their own moment, but forgot to be down-to-earth to do what they should do. Ordinary old man, thank you, gave me a lesson in character.

In life, many ordinary things are often the most important. Water and air are ordinary, but they are indispensable to our life; grass and green leaves are ordinary, but only they can provide us with fresh oxygen; earth soil is ordinary, without them, we can not get the life-sustaining energy and nutrients ......

The extraordinary and the ordinary is like the tip of the tower and the base of the tower. The extraordinary is certainly great, and the ordinary is the tone of this world, is the bottom of life, the original color. Ordinary, thank you for making my life colorful.