最近看了一本书《平凡的世界》,随着故事情节的起伏,我也随着书中主人公的快乐而快乐,悲伤而悲伤。平凡,是生活的本色,我们每一个人,对于我们生活的世界来说都十分渺小、脆弱、微不足道,这个世界也是平凡的,对于浩瀚的历史长河来说悲欢离合无非都是些平凡事。《平凡的世界》一书中没有华丽的词藻、惊险离奇的情节、惊天动地的场景,有的只是平凡的人、平凡的故事,我却为之感动得泪 Recently read a book “ordinary world”, with the ups and downs of the story, I am also happy with the happiness of the hero in the book, sad and sad. Ordinary, is the essence of life, each of us, for the world we live in are very small, fragile, insignificant, the world is trivial, for the vast historical joys and sorrows are nothing more than ordinary things. There is no gorgeous rhetoric in the “Ordinary World,” a breathtaking plot, earth-shattering scenes, some ordinary people, ordinary stories, but I was touched by tears