Reject mediocrity

If we could, we would be a singing sparrow.

There are always people who have beautiful dreams, "flying on the branches and becoming a phoenix", but that is just a dream after all. Ordinary people like us are not even worth a drop in the vast world. Can't we just be a small sparrow?

We accept ordinary, but we reject mediocrity.

Rejecting mediocrity first requires us to be willing to be mediocre. This is not a paradox. How many sparrows are flying on the high branches? The rest of us should stop having such unrealistic dreams. The poet Adonis has a saying, "It is not time that makes you old, but the attempt to retain youth that makes you old." I think it is appropriate to change this sentence here, "It is not ordinary that makes you mediocre, but Trying to reach a high position makes you mediocre." When I say this, I don’t want you to give up your pursuit and struggle. I just want to say that since we are just ordinary people, why not enjoy ordinary happiness? The heart is full of profit and the twisted desire to "get ahead". Even though one reaches the peak of status step by step, he still slides step by step into the abyss of mediocrity. Accept the ordinary calmly and be a pure person with no distracting thoughts. Even if you "eat sparingly, drink water, and lean on your arms with your arms bent", who would say that fine clothes and fine food can be more enjoyable and meaningful than this?

I guess you want to question, won’t being mediocre mean you won’t be mediocre? I certainly don't agree with this view. So I said, let’s make singing sparrows. You ask me what it means to be able to sing? It is to do our own extraordinary things in our ordinary lives. My favorite fairy tale writer, Andersen, grew up in a shoemaker's family. He probably lived an ordinary life as a shoemaker, but he chose to use his own pen to sing his own song, the song of the working people of the lower class. He was an ordinary sparrow, but he used his singing to coat his feathers with gold.

Maybe we can’t be like him, but we can still sing our own songs. In the final analysis, "mediocre" means doing nothing, and our "singing" marks our own and other people's lives, so we will naturally not be mediocre. For example, Guo Mingyi, his "singing voice" is his love and charity. Even now, he is still just an ordinary worker, but is his life still a mediocre life? We are willing to be ordinary, but we must have an extraordinary belief in our hearts in order to leave an extraordinary mark on the ordinary life trajectory.

If possible, we should be an ordinary happy sparrow, singing our own songs proudly. There is a power in this song that can keep us away from mediocrity and sing our own wonderful life.

Brief comment: In the cry of "rejecting mediocrity", we heard a wonderful song sung by an ordinary "sparrow". The article begins with the clear statement, "We want to be a singing sparrow." "Sparrow" refers to all living beings. The author first uses the poet's famous saying to advise everyone to accept the ordinary calmly and strive to be a "pure" "sparrow" with no distracting thoughts. But this alone is far from enough, one must also "be able to sing". The article uses appropriate examples and has meaningful connotations. The author's unique interpretation is revealed in the careful layering of thoughts, and there are also some profound and precise sentences in it. (Xue Mingde)

Reject mediocrity

I couldn't help but think of a small restaurant I saw when I came here to catch the exam in the morning, called "Fengshadu". Just these three words, the entire artistic conception is revealed, and the messy storefront does not seem too crude, but a kind of rough and distant pride stirs up in the chest.

It is just a sign, but it can make this ordinary restaurant stand out from the crowd of "such-and-such restaurants" and "such-and-such snacks". This is the power to transcend mediocrity.

I couldn’t help but think of a group of people who once sat in this examination room and struggled for their ideals. Now, they are called the "ant tribe"; their residence is called "the dwelling". When the wind and frost of society have cooled the blood and smoothed the edges and corners, and when the knowledge they have learned has no use and is discarded at the end of their minds, they have long forgotten the pride of being highly educated talents, and have become silent and mediocre. The saddest thing is not living in a small house with insufficient space, nor not having enough food and clothing to keep warm, but the loss of ideals and pursuits, leaving only tolerance and submission. No one is born as an ant that can be trampled on by others, but if you have a heart that is willing to be mediocre and humble, then the only destination is to be an ant.

To become a strong person, you must first have a strong heart; to overlook mediocre beings, you must first have a "will to ascend". Yes, climbing is the climbing that Xin Qiji "saw Wu Gou, photographed all over the railings, no one could see, the meaning of climbing", and the climbing that Du Fu "will be at the top of the mountain, and see all the small mountains at a glance".

Having a strong heart and a heart that transcends mediocrity is the dividing line between the mediocre and the outstanding. People are just reeds that can think. The most noble thing is that they can think. Therefore, human nobility comes from the soul, from the nobility at the ideological level. With a heart that refuses to be mediocre, someone will eventually see that you are extraordinary from the determination in your eyes, from your distinguished conversation and clenched fists. Even if the results are still unsatisfactory, even if there are slanders like "the heart is higher than the sky, life is thinner than paper", even if it "turns into mud and grinds into dust", there will still be "the fragrance remains the same".

What about the "ant tribe"? If I have the ambition of a swan and look down at the sparrow with a favorable situation, I firmly believe that one day, I will be able to "swoop ninety thousand miles up the mountain" and "journey to the North Sea in the evening sky", carrying the strong wind and leaving in a mighty way.

I believe that the owner of "Fengshadu" will not be a mediocre and worldly businessman, right? If he is not a man from the Loess Plateau, he must be a literati who has poetry and books in his belly but has to be confined to the secular world. Otherwise, how could there be such a proud and ancient sign?

I must go to "Fengsha Crossing". Food and drinks are no longer important. After having a drink, I looked at each other and smiled at the boss and went out. Are we from Penghao?

Reject mediocrity, the world is wonderful because of you.

Brief comment: Taking "Wind Sand Crossing" as an introduction, an impromptu wisdom and inner accumulation stirred up each other, rising to the nobility of the ideological level, inspiring rough and distant pride, making the article both The "stream of consciousness" style is free and smooth, and it also has a philosophical broad vision and ethereal imagination. Personal feelings, poetic contemplation, and lingering imagination all converge into unrestrained talent in a special situation. (Luo Dongqing)

Reject mediocrity

In my eyes, Mr. is an extraordinary person. He lives in the secular world, but he is a person of realm.

My surname is Yao. He teaches Chinese and is quite famous in the city. Xingtan has been in Xingtan for decades, but my husband has already retired.

With nothing to do, my husband opened a small composition tutoring class at the request of several relatives and friends. Originally, he only planned to accept a few students, but I don’t know who left the class. This friend and that relative , a dozen as soon as they come. The husband could not refuse and was as busy as before retirement. I always stay at my husband's house, so I asked him: "Aren't you tired?" The husband smiled bitterly: "Why are you not tired? There are so many people." Then he smiled again, "That's it, that's all, let me burn this old candle for these children. !” I laughed and felt warm in my heart. The gentleman who could have been fishing and playing mahjong was not content with living a mediocre life and prepared every piece of material carefully. I blurted out: "Sir, you are so great!" The husband also smiled: "Go, go, stop flattering me."

Other than this tiring thing, my husband lived a very relaxed life. My husband doesn't have a huge fortune, and this tutoring class doesn't charge any money. He only reluctantly accepts a few kilograms of fruit when he can't convince the parents of the students.

My husband has no other hobbies but a few sips of wine. One cup with every meal, no exceptions. I remember that when we were eating at the dining table, my husband looked at the only sip left in the wine glass and said thoughtfully: "Oh, there is only a sip left. To drink or not to drink, that is the question." Then the husband waved his hand again: "That's all, drink!" I then wanted to say that I will be filial to you in the future, but then I saw my husband murmuring to himself: "If you want to drink this next time, you will have a bright future!" I couldn't stop laughing.

My husband suddenly became thoughtful and said to me: "There was a very interesting sentence in yesterday's composition. Cats eat fish, dogs eat meat, and Ultraman fights little monsters." I nodded and said yes. Quoted. The husband mysteriously said: "I have a better version!" I was surprised and waited for his next words. The husband didn't say anything. He raised his empty wine glass and took another drop. He shook his head and said, "Cats eat fish, dogs eat meat, and the little old man drinks Maotai."

We both laughed together. The husband lived freely and lived his own style.

Once I beat my husband on the back and asked with a smile: "Are you comfortable?" The husband breathed a sigh of relief and hummed: "I hit the right place, so happy!" When I saw him mentioning ancient prose, I An idea struck him and he gave him a test: "The young man asked, 'How should I deal with the world that bullies me, slanders me, hates me, deceives me, and despises me'?" The gentleman did not hesitate and answered fluently: "The old man replied, 'As long as you tolerate him and let him Be patient with him, respect him, ignore him, wait for a few more years, and you can look at him. '" I asked my husband, "You live so unrestrainedly, what's the secret to rejecting mediocrity?"

Mr. He raised two fingers and said: "Two words, that's it-"

The husband is still living happily, and his state is the envy of people around him. Keep the extraordinary in your heart in the ordinary, and all the mediocrity will not enter your heart.

That’s it for this…

Brief review: A few snippets of daily life, a few tasteful details, Mr. Yao’s ordinary but not mediocre and vivid image suddenly emerges Almost on paper. The author has an insight into the characters, makes them lively inside, and understands the meaning of life beyond the outside. This is a masterpiece. (Pan Dachun)

Reject mediocrity

The horn of charge pierced the sky, and the small 9×10 battlefield was filled with smoke and smoke. The galloping chariots charge into battle, destroying cities and villages, and are brave and skilled in battle; the powerful artillery has hidden murderous intent, "beating cattle across the mountains", majestic in all directions; the galloping horses chase the moon across the sun, hanging horns, galloping freely and horizontally. And I, a mediocre soldier, huddled alone in a corner of the battlefield. From the beginning to now, I haven't been moved a step, as if I was destined to be an outcast from the beginning, as if those aloof heroes didn't even bother to kill me, as if the blood in front of me is flowing into a river, and bones are accumulating. Mountains and loud killings have nothing to do with me, as if my life is destined to be mediocre.

No, I am not willing. I am not willing to live a mediocre life. I am not willing to have the flower of life wither before it blooms. Thousands of years ago, "Princes and generals are willing to be together." The horn has already resounded through the sky.

Today, I want to reject mediocrity, and I want to tell you with practical actions that if you identify your goals and move forward one step at a time, a soldier can become a hero!

As time goes by, the war gradually intensifies, and the heroes who once fought on the battlefield either smile on the battlefield, or end up with hatred. Finally, when the enemy's front line was torn open, my opportunity came. I longed for the blood-stained shirt to be dripping with blood. I longed for Loulan's ambition and pride that would never be returned. I longed to refuse mediocrity and prove myself. I never looked back. The ground crossed the Chu River and Han boundary, and then rushed left and right, moving forward. Pulling carts, leading horses, and arching cannons are my specialties. Breaking elephants, eating soldiers, and forcing handsome men are my exquisite skills. The once-vulnerable soldier refuses to be mediocre. The once-insignificant soldier is no longer mediocre. When the arrogant chariot faced me and my brothers, I could only helplessly laugh at myself, "Since ancient times, two fists have been unable to defeat four hands." When the majestic artillery lost the support of its gun mount and was vulnerable in front of me, when "the spring breeze is proud of the horse's hooves." The horse's path was inadvertently blocked by me, and its feet were tied. When I tore through Shi Xiang's solid defense line, and when I pierced the enemy general's chest with my spear, I read the loss in his eyes. , reading fear, but more of confusion and shock. He didn't know why an unknown soldier had the power to reject mediocrity. He couldn't believe that an inconspicuous character could turn the tide and turn the tide of the war.

"Maybe you will die with your eyes closed, but this is the power of a soldier, the power of a soldier who refuses to be mediocre!" I slowly pulled out the spear and turned around silently, my eyes filled with perseverance and tenacity.

There is no high or low in this world. As long as you have dreams and stick to your dreams, one day you will feel the excitement of being proud and proud, and one day you will have the power to reject mediocrity.

Brief comment: In Chinese chess, there are generals, chariots, horses, cannons, and pawns. This article is a self-narration of a little "soldier". "Soldiers" can only move forward forever and cannot retreat, and they are often the final heroes who win the decisive battle on the battlefield. "Soldiers" are ordinary, but never mediocre. What a wonderful idea and idea. Please look at the description of the article again. The candidate's imagination and language skills are admirable. (Zhang Zhongyuan)

Reject mediocrity

I am a mediocre stone, born in a barren mountain. I have a stone brother who was born in a hut, known as smelly and hard; Mr. Shitou at Qinggeng Peak has some kind of "The Story of the Stone" engraved on his back. He is quite famous. I have neither odor nor fame, I am mediocre, exposed to wind and rain, I am really a rock compared to a rock, and I am so angry at a rock. Occasionally, a bird would land on my head, leaving behind a bunch of things and fly away...

Suddenly one day, a quarryer came to the barren mountain and walked around me, like While the donkey was grinding, he touched my butt and exclaimed: "Good stone, good stone! Do you want to live a mediocre life, or would you like to follow me to the world?" I thought life should be more colorful, so I followed the quarryer, rolling and rolling. , came to the quarrying family. One day, the quarryman brought home a bearded man. The quarryman said, "Fuck with him. He is a sculptor and can make you no longer mediocre." So I rolled to the backyard of Big Beard's house again.

"Ah! Stone, what do you want me to sculpture you into?"

"Long live! I want to transform into Emperor Qin, Han Wu, or Genghis Khan."

"No! No! No!" The bearded man shook his head and said, "My poor stone, that's too mediocre."

"Okay! Then I will become Birds swim like fish."

"No! No!" The bearded man shook his head harder, "My poor stone, this is even more mediocre. Okay! Then carve me into a tombstone." "No! No!" The bearded man almost shook his beard: "My poor stone, this one is better than the one before. To be mediocre is to disgrace my skills. You have never thought of becoming a great artist, like me-"

What? The beard looks so ugly, I don't agree. Why did I go out? Isn’t it just to no longer be mediocre? I reject this mediocre plan. Rejection is invalid! Since then, the bearded man has been circling me with tools every day, like a donkey grinding. Under his carving, the stone on my body was carved away bit by bit, and I became smaller and smaller. Slowly, I gained arms, legs, and a face... more and more, I looked like a bearded man, and my appearance was disfigured!

One day, the bearded man covered me with a cloth, and his shadow was nowhere to be seen for several days. While he was away, I picked up the tools at my feet, refused to be mediocre, and carved myself. When the bearded man appeared again, he attracted many people.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is my work." He said and pulled off the cloth on my body.

"Ah... Shi-Monkey!" The bearded man opened his mouth wide.

"Ancestor!" Thunderous applause broke out from the crowd.

Brief comment: A "strange stone" flying from the sky, whimsical and ingenious. From the concept of "carving" stones and the idea of ??"returning to one's ancestors", the theme is approached from a unique perspective, making a leap in thinking. The writing style is also sometimes unrestrained and unrefined, embodying unique opinions in the ridicule. (Luo Dongqing)

Refuse to be mediocre

"Cock, cluck..." As soon as I entered the house, I was attracted by a loud crowing of a cock.

I was a national treasure during the college entrance examination, and killing a chicken every week was indispensable. I walked into the bathroom, ready to take a look at the victim.

He is an extraordinary chicken.

The whole body is black and shiny, but it is not like those gray and yellow native chickens. His tail wings are long and neat, and the black feathers are dotted with red. He looks like an airy black general, with red tassels, which makes him even more heroic. But no matter how capable he is, beheading is still waiting for him. Thinking of this, I felt a little sorry for him. This pheasant should have lived a free life in the forest and grassland.

When he saw me coming in, he was quiet for a while, as if he was sizing me up, but unlike the other chickens, he just shrank his neck and seemed resigned.

He began to struggle. Even though his legs were tied, he still tried his best to move forward, flap his wings, and jump up and down in the bathroom. He jumped hard and took a big step forward. When he wanted to run fast, he was brought down by the rope. Lie on the ground to rest for a while, then get up again, ready to sprint, ready for a new failure.

Black General, Black General, accept your fate! Just like other chickens, accept the reality and enjoy the last peace of life in a mediocre way. Why do it have to be so thankless? I sighed and exited the room.

......

I was reading a book when I heard a long and mournful cry. I knew that my mother had taken action against it, and it seemed that it would not be able to escape. But I didn't want to say: "Son, help me catch the chicken quickly, it has escaped." Good guy, you have a skill! I have never heard of a chicken escaping from having its throat cut. I ran to the kitchen.

General Hei stood on the kitchen counter, looking at me majestically. The rope on his leg had already been untied. He chirped triumphantly, high-pitched, loud, and crisp, like a tiger roaring in the mountains. But where can he escape to in this small kitchen? I approached him.

He looked at me provocatively, jumped towards the window, and jumped out.

Sure enough, he is not a mediocre chicken.

I leaned over the window and watched his black figure gliding calmly and gracefully. This black figure was particularly eye-catching among the tall buildings. The sparrow is ashamed of his gray feathers, and the swallow blushes because of his weak body. He is like an eagle, flying and landing magnificently, and leaving leisurely.

My mother is still urging me to go downstairs to catch up. But his previous image appeared in my mind: outstanding appearance, beautiful black feathers. He was different from ordinary pheasants. Before his death, he refused to wait for death like his companions. He chooses to struggle, which is different from the numb chicken. The loud roar in the kitchen and the beautiful leap gave him a chance to live.

He rejected mediocrity and transcended the ordinary with his desperate struggle to survive. He belongs to nature. He should have left.

I have only respect for him.

Brief comment: There is a vibrant literary feeling, dancing in the confident and slightly humorous writing, which is a "bold composition" and a "smart composition". The plot of the article is bright, and the topic is insightful and insightful - in a certain situation, being mediocre is equivalent to "waiting for death". Therefore, this article also "puts it to death and then lives", showing ingenuity and talent in the unusual selection of materials. (Luo Dongqing)

Reject mediocrity

I write hard and write fast, but I am a mediocre candidate. It seems to be an ironclad fact that the college entrance examination is a springboard for us to get out of mediocrity.

One or five rice dumplings

Yesterday was the Dragon Boat Festival. In the early morning, fragments of morning light fell to the ground. I opened my sleepy eyes, everything was so beautiful.

Accompanied by the faint fragrance, my mother prepared breakfast for me - five rice dumplings. I wolfed down four of them and couldn't eat any more.

"Hurry up and finish the last one!" Mom yelled.

"I can't eat any more." I burped.

"You have to finish the last one even if you can't eat it!" Mom said while forcing me, "You don't know, eating five rice dumplings means five high schools."

It turns out that "粽" and "中" are homophonic.

Poor Qu Yuan, you probably wouldn’t have thought that the rice dumpling originally meant to commemorate you would have become our cultural “mascot”, right? Please forgive me, I am just a mediocre candidate. I want to reject my mediocrity through the college entrance examination.

2. A pigeon

At noon, there is no noise, no whistle, it is very quiet.

But mom murdered peace!

My mother bought a pigeon and planned to make soup for me. My mother said that she heard from others that eating pigeons before the college entrance examination is beneficial.

Poor pigeon, are you the messenger of peace with an olive branch in your mouth? Are you taking a leisurely walk in the square looking for food in the afterglow of the setting sun? Are you the "Cuckoo" taking off towards the green? What about the doves of peace?

Poor "natural son" pigeon, please forgive me, I am just a mediocre candidate, and I have to pass the college entrance examination to reject my mediocrity.

If you want to blame, just blame those people who spread rumors and ruin green.

3. A tree

In the evening, the golden sunset casts a golden glow on the campus.

After watching the examination room, I was about to go home and passed by a tree. But this was no ordinary tree. There was incense lingering here. This was a "sacred tree".

My mother forced me to burn a stick of incense. I was respectful, for fear of disturbing its peaceful dream.

Dear tree, you are neither the Bodhi Buddha who understands all sentient beings, nor do you have anything to do with Buddhism.

I praise your green shade and your freshness, but all you need is ordinary growth, just an ordinary piece of land to take root. Have you "carried" too much?

Dear tree, please forgive me. I am just a mediocre candidate. I want to reject my mediocrity through the college entrance examination.

Because of mediocrity, we reject mediocrity; but by "rejecting", are we really no longer mediocre?

Brief comment: This article is unique and well-conceived. The author selects three fragments from three perspectives: culture, ecology, and life load. They are both relatively independent and connected in the same vein. They closely follow the theme of "rejecting mediocrity". "Rejecting mediocrity" in the novel fully reflects the author's wit and courage. (Gu Guinan)

Reject mediocrity

After a friend of the philosopher Sartre had a car accident, he was extremely happy: "I finally had an accident!" This sentence made the philosopher stunned. Ordinary life is "unbearable", and even car accidents are regarded as a culture that rejects mediocrity.

Of course, this idea is too extreme. In daily life, "rejection of mediocrity" is most often reflected in clothing.

Red clothes, green pants, yellow hair... Whenever I see "fancy clothes" on the street to show off that I am not mediocre, I can't help but think of Holden.

When Salinger's "The Catcher in the Rye" became popular in the United States, you could always see boys imitating the protagonist Holden's red peaked hat on the street. They want to express their individuality and stand out in this way. But then I thought about it, this way of "rejecting mediocrity" was still preset by Salinger. Aren't the crowds of red peaked caps also the new mediocrity?

The way to reject mediocrity is not to imitate others, nor is it to behave "outrageously" or act out of place. We have learned enough about the latter point from Internet celebrities.

Do you dare to say that Borges is mediocre? Do you dare to say that Xiong Shili is mediocre?

Don’t dare!

The uniqueness and originality of their spirit is the root of their ability to reject mediocrity. We wander outside Borges' "maze", and we silently recite the "Ten Powers"...

Rejecting mediocrity also lies in having the courage to pursue new paths under the guidance of an independent spirit. Harvard professor George Santaya was teaching his last class when a robin suddenly flew by the window. George stared at the beautiful bird. After a while, he faced the audience and said, "I'm sorry! I have a promise with spring." After that, he walked away quickly. This is a true display of temperament! When our eyes can glimpse the great beauty, we should have the courage to break through the stereotypes, face a distant call in our hearts, and walk towards a unique path.

Rejecting mediocrity, the essence is to establish your own unique spiritual core and bravely follow the path of your choice.

Rousseau wrote in "Emile": God created me and then broke the mold. We must not let down the Creator’s good intentions!

Brief comment: The article starts with the story of "car accident", which is extraordinary and eye-catching. The author's point of view is also novel and unique: "The way to reject mediocrity is not to imitate others, nor is it to act 'outrageous' or act out of place"; "Rejecting mediocrity, in essence, is to establish your own unique spiritual core and bravely follow Go on the path you choose." The article breaks first and then establishes, not falling into the trap of cliché. The language of the article is also fresh, lively and distinctive.

(Zhang Yuren)

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