In the ever-changing world, many things will happen every minute, ranging from regime change, national war to daily necessities, and family shortage. But after all, life events are not the mainstream of society, and only those trivial things are the soul of the whole world.
In the dark corridor, there is a "dangerous light stick", which I found when I went to my father's office at the weekend. My father's company building is a closed building, even mosquitoes can't get in. The visibility inside is naturally not high, and the lights should be turned on every day. At that time, the light stick bracket was loose, which caused the whole light stick to hang in the air, which was very dangerous. In case someone walks by, the lamp just falls down, and the consequences are unimaginable. Thought of here, the lamp emits a frightening light, the bottom is so pale, and the whole corridor seems to be rippling with desolation after the tragedy.
I stayed there, looking at the pale glow sticks and looking around at the passing people. They walked around without looking, looking selfish.
When I was sweating for them, a tolerant uncle appeared. He didn't look old. He looked up when he passed by, and his face looked worried in the light. I thought to myself: Someone "saved" the light!
Sure enough, as I expected, he advanced into the office, took a chair and a roll of tape, "imprisoned" the lamp on the ceiling three times and two times, took out his mobile phone, and listened as if he wanted someone to fix it!
An inconspicuous action, just two or three minutes, may not be known by more than five people, but it may have prevented a disaster.
The ancients said, "Don't do it with kindness and smallness". Ordinary little things in life can fully reflect a person's moral sentiments and also benefit our hearts.
Create a better life and do more ordinary things.
Chapter II: Trivia
One weekend morning, I was engrossed in staring at the computer screen when the phone rang. I reluctantly put down my computer and went to the living room to answer the phone. My good friend said on the phone, "Hello, is this Wu?"? Zhou Haiyao wants to buy a blue SP. I heard that there is a star game selling video games over there, which is cheaper than that in Computer City. Can you buy one for him and give you the money next time I go to your house? " "No problem!" I readily agreed.
At 5: 30 in the afternoon, I came to the video game under the stars humming a ditty. The boss is sitting in a chair, and his fat hands are repairing a PS2. I went to the counter and asked, "Do you have a blue SP?" He put down the PS2, looked at the cupboard and said, "Sorry, the goods are sold out." An embarrassed smile squeezed out of his chubby face. "Oh." I'm a little disappointed. "But I can give you one." His words rekindled my hopes. "When will it arrive?" I asked, and he thought about it: "Well, you can pick it up in an hour!" " ""all right. " I walked out of the starry video game.
At home, after dinner, my eyes stare at the TV more intently than the TV repairman. My mother said to me, "aren't you going to buy a game machine?" Go! " ""Ah, "I glanced at my watch." It's seven o'clock. It must have been closed long ago. Let's go tomorrow. ""No, if people don't close the door, it's a waste of time. Will someone wait for you in the future? " "Good, good, good." I said impatiently, walking out of the house and walking on the road with a reluctant face. I keep praying, don't close the door, don't close the door! You can't let me go for nothing! I prayed all the way to the starry sky of video games. Unexpectedly, the door was open and the boss was sitting inside waiting patiently. When he saw me come in, he greeted me warmly: "Why are you here? "There was not a hint of blame in his words." I ... I ... I'm afraid you're closed. "I'm a little embarrassed." How did this happen? I'm sure I'll wait for you to tell me. "As the boss said, he went to get the game machine. His seemingly casual words touched my heart seriously. At the same time, I also felt the thoughtfulness and concern of a stranger, and a warm current came to my mind. Until now, my boss's chubby face, chubby body and sunny smile still often appear in front of my eyes. Yes, a promise is a promise, but it's hard to remember. Why can't some people do it?
Article 3: Trivia
In the vast sea of people, have you ever met an ordinary person, witnessed an ordinary thing, but found an extraordinary heart and an extraordinary spirit?
That day, it was just dawn and there was silence outside. I am the only one, because of a whim-I want to get up early and observe the people around me. A discordant voice of "Rush" broke this quiet morning. Looking inside, I saw a person-she turned her back on me, couldn't see her face clearly, and there was a twisted big braid behind her head. From the leucorrhea in her ear, I can think that she may be wearing a mask, an old uniform, a pair of slightly fat gloves on her hands and a pair of microstrip rubber shoes on her feet. I still hold a pair about 2 meters long and about 0 at the bottom. The 8-meter-long broom kept swinging from side to side. Looking at her skillful movements, I can confirm that she is a cleaner. She is busy under a big tree by the roadside. The broad broom danced easily with the swing of her hands and the twist of her waist, and the litter on the ground danced happily together. It was quiet all around, only the cheerful and uninterrupted sound of "rushing" was rotating rhythmically.
Suddenly a breeze blew, a few leaves fell on the quiet tree, and the leaves and pieces of paper that had gathered together fled everywhere. Look, the paper is spinning in the air, and this leaf naughtily jumps into the middle of the road ... In short, it is not only completely swept, but also a few leaves that have just fallen. She looked at the "miserable scene" in front of Ken, shook her head helplessly, sighed, buried her head again, gently raised her broom and moved slowly. ...
Looking at her lonely figure, I secretly feel unfair, even the wind plays tricks on people like this. This thief is really wronged.
Finally, with her unremitting efforts, the leaves and pieces of paper that have just escaped are now quietly gathered together. Looking at the pile of yellow leaves, messy pieces of paper and plastic bags, she held a broom in her left hand, and her right hand gently stroked the messy hair in her ear, behind her auricle, with a faint white breath on her temples. Standing beside her, I clearly saw her mouth slightly rising, probably laughing!
But things didn't go according to people's wishes. Just as she was still smiling and admiring her hard-made "masterpiece", a bus roared past her, followed by a whirlwind. Her smile suddenly disappeared with the speeding bus. Her masterpiece also went down the drain. Looking back at the bus that had already disappeared, her eyes were full of incomprehension and doubt-why? Standing not far away, I couldn't help it any longer. I rushed at her. "Can I help you?" I asked. After she took a look, she smiled and said, "Thank you!" Then she lifted the broom with her hand and worked hard ... looking at her skin as old as a dead tree skin, her lips turned slightly pale because of dryness, and her bangs were as clear as sticks ... my eyes seemed a little moist.
She has no regrets in this flat street; She is diligent in this ordinary career; She is unknown in this ordinary life ... what a great person she is and what a beautiful heart she has! Let's call them "urban beauticians"
Article 4: Trivia
"Rumble ..." A loud thunder woke me up. I got up and approached the windowsill, only to find that it was early morning, but the dark clouds all over the sky covered the glow of dawn, and everything seemed to be shrouded in the night. In the storm, this small town seems to be a boat drifting with the tide in the raging sea.
I was about to leave when suddenly a glimmer of light appeared in the boundless rain. I can't help thinking: Who will come out in this rainstorm? What did he go out for again? The pace of leaving suddenly stopped.
Rain falls from the sky, and the light in the rain is hidden and bright. The sky seems to gather all the forces to destroy the light in the rain curtain. As dusk approached, I vaguely saw a figure hobbling in the rain. A few minutes later, the twilight had moved downstairs, and I realized that the man was still holding a bike. But why doesn't he ride a bike? Maybe you can't even ride steadily in this storm!
"Rumble ..." There was another thunder. The wind roared and raged in the city, and the heavy rain poured down from the air, and Malik galloped. If Shixian Taibai faces this scene, he will definitely sigh that "it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days"! Suddenly, the figure in the rain fell to the ground. The figure struggled to stand up in the rain. I can't help worrying about him. The wind kept blowing and the rain kept falling, as if to crush the man. Finally, the figure in the rain stood up slowly and followed the car to our corridor, probably to avoid the rain.
A few minutes later, I was about to go home when there was a knock at the door. I was shocked and thought: Who will come to my house in this weather? I opened the door with doubt and saw a man standing outside. The rain kept flowing down his skirt, and the water on the ground had accumulated into a stream. Looking up, the rain kept running down his face, and there was a scar on his left cheek, and blood was slowly oozing out.
I wonder who this man is. He dragged the green bag behind him to the front, only to see "China Post" printed on it. I suddenly realized that it was the postman. I saw him slowly put his trembling hand into his bag, took out a newspaper wrapped in nylon cloth, handed it to the iron railing of the gate, and smiled at me with difficulty: "Little friend, this is your newspaper." I heard zheng, tears filled my eyes. I opened the iron gate and choked on him: "Uncle, come in and take shelter from the rain!" " "He froze, with a gentle smile on his face and waved at me:" No, no, I have to deliver newspapers to other people's homes. " Then he walked slowly down the stairs.
In the stormy sky, I looked at the dim light drifting away in the distance, and tears quietly flowed down my face. ...
There are countless mortals and countless little things in life, but it is these mortal little things that touch us again and again!
Chapter 5: Trivia
Before dawn, dark blue was deposited in the mist. Looking at the fields in my hometown, a figure looms, moving steadily on the vibrant yellow land, like a beating note, silently composing my own little life.
He is my grandfather, an ordinary farmer. A tanned and thin farmer. He always smiles simply. Simple clothes, short stature and hunched back seem to tell us how ordinary and insignificant he is.
During the holidays, I will go to the country. Watching grandpa busy in the field, harvesting rice bit by bit, and then watching grandpa sell all the money in his hand, I suddenly felt that my thin hands suddenly became strong and my tired eyes became bright. That's hope, hope for life. I have heard people say more than once, "If you don't study hard, you will have to go home and farm in the future!" "Here and now, this kind of teaching is especially severe. Flowing into my ears and my heart, like a stream of cold water, makes me feel cold.
Grandpa and I came to the supermarket. Finally, grandpa wants to buy something to treat himself! He walked around the supermarket with his hands behind his back, as if thinking about something. However, when the shopping basket was full, I was surprised to find that it was full of snacks and fruits. "Son, I have nothing to give you, only this fruit can let you take it back." The old man has a smile on his face and his eyes are full of happiness! Can this satisfy him and make him happy? There is such a person in life, ordinary and ordinary, but with extraordinary feelings. Although he was not earth-shattering, he made me cry for a long time.
He is really ordinary, but we are just mortals. We want too many things and get too little happiness. We know that this little happiness has to sacrifice a lot. It doesn't take much effort for fate to destroy this little happiness. An accident, a turning back and a timidity are enough to make what we have disappear. But we still have to sing songs that belong to mortals and move forward silently. We are just human beings, constantly making mistakes, hesitating and hesitating. The only comfort is that no matter how small our strength is, we don't want to give up.