Moss

Qing Yuan Mei

When the day is not around, youth comes naturally.

Moss flowers are as small as rice, and they also bloom like peonies.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I turned on the TV and accidentally saw CCTV’s large-scale poetry culture and music program "Classic Chanting and Spreading". It was neither early nor late, and I happened to see this "Moss". When I heard it, everything was amazing. quiet.

I had no idea when tears welled up in my eyes. The child’s heavenly voice and the unusual artistic conception of that little poem penetrated into my heart without warning.

Teacher Liang Jun took his beloved guitar to teach in the depths of the impoverished mountains. He used his truest affection to compose his favorite poems into songs, opening up another life for the children in the mountains. a window. They grew up together, achieved each other's achievements, and wrote the most beautiful poem in the world.

Truth and beauty always touch people's hearts inadvertently. "Moss" has no gorgeous rhetoric, no majestic momentum, no gentle tenderness, just 20 simple and straightforward words, but it makes people moved. Never forget, always think about it. Just because its interpretation of life fits every ordinary life of ours.

Whether it is Teacher Liang Jun in the show, the children in the mountains, or ourselves, most people will be ordinary people throughout their lives, like unknown flowers and grass on the earth, but , so what, as long as we work hard to bloom, we will have the colors of spring.

These days, I always hum this song "Moss" unknowingly. The lyrics and melody often linger in my ears, and then there are some short stories in my mind that have touched me countless times.

Pick two and tell them to you, let us feel the warmth of "not everywhere during the day".

Every time I read this story, I feel that the protagonist in the story is like a little dandelion on the roadside, so let’s call her “Xiaoying”.

Xiaoying is an ordinary little girl, and her classmates call her "Girl No. 23." There were fifty classmates in her class, and Xiaoying always ranked twenty-third in every exam. Over time, she got this title.

Xiaoying’s parents are both top students who graduated from prestigious schools and are excellent managers in their workplace. They are at a loss to deal with their daughter who has always had average grades.

Dad said that when it comes to company activities or class reunions, other people’s children not only have outstanding grades, but also have many talents and talents. Those parents are very proud, but their own daughters have nothing to show off. , he felt inferior.

A Mid-Autumn Festival, a gathering of relatives and friends. During the dinner, everyone asked the children to talk about what they would like to do in the future. The children showed no stage fright and rushed to talk about their ideals, including pianists, celebrities, political figures... Even a four-and-a-half-year-old girl said she wanted to be the host of CCTV, which immediately won a burst of admiration.

As for Xiaoying, she is very busy taking care of her younger brothers and sisters. Someone remembered that she hadn't said anything yet. Everyone thinks that she is the eldest among the children, and her ambitions should be extraordinary.

Under the urging of everyone, Xiaoying answered seriously: "When I grow up, my first wish is to be a kindergarten teacher, leading the children to sing, dance and play games."

< p> Everyone politely expressed their approval, and then asked her about her second choice. Xiaoying said openly: "I want to be a mother, wearing an apron with a jingle cat printed on it, cooking dinner in the kitchen, and then telling my children stories and leading them to watch the stars on the balcony."

< p> Suddenly, the atmosphere was extremely awkward. Relatives and friends were at a loss as to what was happening. Xiaoying’s father was holding the wine glass and could not say a word.

In fact, in order to improve her grades, Xiaoying's parents put a lot of effort into enrolling her in many tutoring classes. She also had to do various test papers after completing her homework every day. She is very sensible, and despite the hard work, she still completes the work meticulously. By the final exam, there were still twenty-three.

Later, Xiaoying became seriously ill because she was overwhelmed. After recovering from the illness, he began to suffer from anorexia, anorexia, and insomnia. Later, he passed the exam with a score of thirty-three.

This result made her parents stunned. Looking at their daughter who was becoming increasingly haggard, they decided to give up this behavior of plundering children and giving their daughter a free sky.

During an outing organized by her mother’s colleagues, her parents gained a new understanding of Xiaoying. During the picnic, two children were arguing over a piece of glutinous rice cake. No matter how much the adults tried to persuade them, it was of no avail. At this time, Xiaoying easily broke the deadlock by tossing a coin.

On the way back, some children became anxious and the atmosphere in the car became less harmonious. Xiaoying took the initiative to stand up and tell everyone jokes. While talking, he cut out many lifelike animals from food packaging boxes, which attracted the children's admiration. When they got off the bus, each child had a paper-cut of their favorite animal. They all gathered around Xiaoying to say thank you and asked her to sign the paper-cut.

When mom and dad saw this scene, they couldn't help but smile proudly.

After the midterm exam, the head teacher called Xiaoying’s mother and told her something. The teacher said: “This is the first time I have encountered this kind of thing in so many years of teaching.

There is a question in the Chinese language test paper, asking which classmate in the class do you admire most? Except for Xiaoying, all the students in the class wrote Xiaoying’s name. The reasons are: enthusiastic to help others, trustworthy, not angry, easy to get along with, optimistic and humorous, smart and kind. "

The teacher couldn't help but sigh: "Although this child has average grades, he is really an outstanding person! "

Mom joked with Xiaoying: "You have become a hero in the class! "Xiaoying said seriously: "The English teacher once said a motto: When a hero passes by, there must always be someone sitting on the roadside to applaud. I don’t want to be a hero, I want to be the guy sitting on the side of the road clapping. "

The story ends here. Every time I think of the sentence "I don't want to be a hero, I want to be someone sitting on the roadside applauding", I am deeply moved.

This child is like an ordinary dandelion blooming quietly on the roadside. She never envies the gorgeous blooming peonies. She has her own wilderness, free and vast.

This child is as shy as a hyacinth. The little girl is only four years old. Her father works out of town, and her mother takes care of her while working. She is very busy every day.

She is not the kind of lively, happy child who loves to sing and dance. She goes to kindergarten. The teacher said: "This child looks like a mimosa. In music class, his mouth is closed like a nut. In dance class, he is always half a beat slower than others. Even during games, he looks alone in the corner..."

She was notified of her critical condition as soon as she was born. After entering kindergarten, among a group of lively and cute babies, she was not only short in stature, but also had an extremely dull personality.

Once, It was snowing heavily, and her mother went to pick her up at the kindergarten after get off work. The teacher told her something very embarrassingly: She couldn't control her food intake recently, and she often had stomachaches and had to eat more.

What the teacher said. At that time, a parent walked by with a little boy. The mother saw the parent looking back at them with a half-smiling expression, and she felt extremely annoyed.

After returning home, the mother locked herself in the room, tried her best to restrain her inner anger, closed her eyes and ignored her daughter. After a while, the daughter pushed the door in and ducked around the door. The mother finally broke out in exhaustion, and she yelled: " Get out, I don't want to see you, how could I give birth to you, an idiot! ”

The child was panicked and said after a long time: “Mom, if a person kills his own hand, will he die?” "The mother then discovered that the child's little hands hidden behind her back were bloody.

At that moment, the mother was probably desperate. She took the child to the hospital in the snow. The child did not cry or ask for a hug, but just screamed Silently, she followed her mother hurriedly.

The child fell asleep and sat in the hospital with stitches and infusions until late at night. The mother burst into tears while the child's father was far away. , she had to deal with sick children and tedious work alone every day, and the huge pressure almost overwhelmed her.

It was already very late when she came home, and she heard the phone ringing as soon as she entered the door. It was her child's kindergarten teacher. When the call came, the teacher said: "I have been calling you tonight. If I can't get through, I will be too guilty to sleep. ”

It turned out that the parent who heard the conversation between the teacher and her mother went to the teacher. He told the teacher that his child and the girl were good friends. His child said that the girl was not stupid and that she worked hard to eat. It's not because she is greedy, but because she thinks her mother works very hard. If she has enough to eat, she will not be sick all the time, she will grow taller and smarter quickly, and she will help her mother with things, so that her mother will not be annoyed. < /p>

The teacher also said that the girl said that her mother loved to eat apples, and she wanted to learn to peel them.

Her mother saw a dry apple on the coffee table, which was pitted and slightly faint. There were blood stains, and there was a sharp fruit knife next to her.

Only then did she realize that the child had hurt herself so badly just to peel an apple for her.

Her mother’s eyes were filled with tears! When she walked into her daughter's room, she saw her daughter wearing a summer white gauze dress. When her daughter saw her mother, she said softly: "Mom, don't cry. I'll dance for you to the song "Hyacinth Blossom" that I just learned. 》. ”

She sang softly, swinging her arms slowly, her closed hands like a shyly closed bud. Under the light, the bud opened timidly, and her left hand raised above her head was still wrapped. Wearing a thick bandage, the petals unfolded little by little, and she finally blossomed into a hyacinth whiter than snow.

She said: "Mom, the children all laughed at me for blooming too much. Slow. Others say I'm an idiot. The dance teacher told everyone that I am not an idiot, I am a white hyacinth, very quiet and shy, and bloom slower than the purple, blue and red hyacinths, but it will be the most beautiful when it blooms. ”

This little white hyacinth, on this cold winter night with heavy snowfall, deeply warmed my mother’s tired heart, and also warmed the hearts of countless people.

I have read this story many times, and every time I read it I cry with tears in my eyes. At this moment, when I type these words on the keyboard, tears blur my vision again.

Everyone has it. The flower of your life, whether it is as gorgeous and prosperous as a peony, or as obscure as a moss flower, is a noble life worthy of respect.

Before listening to "Moss", I never knew that moss could bloom. .

However, even if everyone doesn't know it, haven't they been working hard to bloom in places where the sun doesn't shine for millions of years?

Most of us are ordinary people, and so are our children. If we are healthy and happy, and if we do not go against our own will, then we and our children can be kind ordinary people.

Even if we are ordinary people, we still deserve to bloom as much as the song goes, "streams merge into the sea, dreams stand into mountains, and flowers will bloom naturally when the wind blows."

Little dandelions, shy hyacinths, so what if they are unknown, so what if no one appreciates them, when I open up to the wind, that is the most beautiful moment!

When the day is not around, youth comes naturally.

Moss flowers are as small as rice, and they also bloom like peonies.

Streams merge into the sea, dreams stand into mountains,

Flowers will naturally bloom when the wind blows.

Dreams are road signs that light up for you.

All darkness prepares for the dawn.

The future is open, brave child,

You are the indispensable piece of the puzzle.

The world is pure white, filled with dreams of the future.

Name the future after you.

The sound of wild geese is still there, and the dialogue from when I was young is still there.

The sound in my ears is still there, like the wind warming my heart.