#Original# #Essay # #Ordinary # #Starlight#
The community, which has been closed, has finally opened all entrances and exits.
A bike that hadn't been ridden for a long time, covered in dust. Wipe it clean, find a little deflated, so push to the nearby intersection to repair the car. The master smiled and handed over the pump and said help me, I said no, this bit of strength is still there.
Inflated, seeing that the master was busy, I did not say thank you. Just say that the master is busy and gone. The master did not stop and walked slowly. There was no hurry, so I pushed my bike and walked along the sidewalk. The sky was a little overcast gray, and the blue sky and white clouds of the past were gone. The wind blows softly, the leaves rustle and dance, and the little sparrows between the leaves, chirping, flying back and forth.
A few green sisters, Xu is tired, sitting on the road teeth rest chat. Because I was walking slowly, I happened to hear a person say: Look at this little leaf, it is quite beautiful. I turned my head slightly, only to see that the eldest sister was looking up and raising her hand, pointing to the ginkgo tree in front of me.
I looked at it too, and the less intense sunlight sprinkled on the leaves, shimmering. I didn't deliberately look at my eldest sister's face, afraid that she wouldn't be comfortable. But from that soft tone, I think the eldest sister should be smiling lightly, and there will be a faint light of surprise in her eyes.
Most of these green workers wear dark clothes, and it is not too dirty to be stained with grass blade mud and water. But many of the female workers wear bright and fashionable sunscreen hats, which do not contradict the hoes and scythes in their hands.
There are also people wearing wide coats of white and blue or white and red, and the back is usually printed with the words xx middle school, which must be the children of the family going out to study. These old but very strong school uniforms are worn by parents as if their children are still around.
Usually, they prefer someone to ask: Is it okay for their children to go to college? Where? Although it is not a famous university, these old fathers and mothers are also full of energy, which is their pride and hope!
Yes, these ordinary people, these simple smiles, these ordinary leaves and flowers, are the fireworks of the people's lives, regardless of wealth and poverty, regardless of fame and fortune.
They are not heroes, and their names will not be written on the credit book for urban construction. They just pay hard work and sweat, and receive sixty or seventy yuan a day, and they are satisfied.
They are like little stars in the sky, trying to emit their own shimmer. These glimmers of light, however, converged into a galaxy of thousands of feet, shining in the human world.
I continued to move forward, in the green belt isolated by people and cars, there were holly and lavender, and the unknown wild grass also bloomed yellow flowers, swaying in the light wind...
