Touching prose in the ordinary

Life is extremely simple and quiet, living in a small town, commuting between home and school every day, only contacting children, colleagues and parents, and seeing and hearing little. However, it is this simple environment that ordinary people have given me a lot of joy and touch.

Wei Zihua on campus is in full bloom in early May. Sunward plants always put flowers full of trees on their heads first. Under the red flowers, there are green grass, and children's kites decorate the campus sky. The mood at that time was as bright as this flower. Osmanthus fragrans has a long flowering period. Until recently, in a cold autumn rain, she slowly put away her beautiful smiling face. Flowers bloom and fall, rejoicing; The flowers have fallen, don't worry. It will be spring again next spring.

I often see such a mother who pushes her son to school in a wheelchair every day and arrives at school on time after school. She carried her son's schoolbag, pushed the wheelchair slightly, and leaned down from time to time to listen to his conversation. There is no sadness on her face. Once it rained, on the wet road, the mother pushed the wheelchair with one hand and held an umbrella for her son with the other, and her trouser legs were soaked by the rain. When she climbed the steps, she struggled to get the wheelchair, and almost fell down because of the slippery road. The child's small body swayed slightly in the big wheelchair. The mother steadied her feet and tried her best to finally lift the wheelchair up the steps and safely send her son to the classroom. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and said goodbye to her son with a smile. Every time I see this mother, I will turn my back and give her an appreciative and respectful look.

In the classroom under Wei Zihua, the child can only sit in a wheelchair because of his leg disability. Many times, when I passed that classroom, I met the children who went out for physical education class or activity classes. There is only one lonely figure in the huge classroom, and my heart will hurt. Poor kid! What kind of fate is this? Will be in a wheelchair for life. Has he ever seen crape myrtle blooming on campus? Did he hear the cheerful laughter of his companions in the game? His teacher said that this is a sensible child with good grades. Unfortunately ... we can only pray silently and bless him with a sigh.

Even if life is not perfect, if there is the tenacity and optimism of this ordinary mother and the strength and efforts of this child, there may be nothing to laugh off in this world.