Sing the Ordinary

Retrospection on my own, in the factory as workers is my main occupation, as thousands of workers in the production line, like brothers, in order to feed their families, in ordinary posts, earned a hard-earned money, nothing speak of the glory and halo.
I did not create any great achievements, there is no hardship has finally arrived after the start vertex brilliant experience, more often, I just start looking at other people, of course, some entrepreneurs have also seen like a meteor fallen, become sadly Matt. Life is like theater scenes, everyone is a director of your life, I have directed the ordinary life of their own every day. Life, like me, ordinary workers is too many, it is only building dedication of all of us become the cornerstone of this great era, when I threw the envy of others, I also know that their the shoulders of Dan Zhao family and society.
Hand is a pair of rough hands, full of calluses knot every day with heavy tired body home, walking in the road work when the wheel slides away and looking at the sunset, vast dignified, the feeling that their life is the load , and can not help Gankaiwanduan. And workers around the difference is that I have had a thought of the brain, this thought brought me sentimental and heart, often do not make their own quiet, so I will spend my life Is it? But it can not do? After all, who is already half my life, and all opportunities have been missed, so to change the fate of the efforts failed.
But I have an idea, unyielding, fate can not beat me, I like Beethoven, as to tenacity and perseverance fate by the throat. I would like Hemingway's fisherman, that you can not beat me. I want to use a pen to record your life, I hope my pen to reveal the shadow of the times, and then years away and say to myself as I have lived, and this fight before. I will not regret it.
But that these and my career, though? I hope so, because every day I engaged in a profession, and the division of labor in society, the profession is no distinction or the points. When the workers as glorious, as happy as create value for society, and realize their meaning of life. And my writing is inseparable from work every day, it hit me pain, sensitive to my life, to enlighten my life. I stand behind it, the background of my life, every day to remind me, where I walked, how many life time.
Looking at my future career has been bound, this can only go on the. Think of his poor background, to have the meeting now, and I want to take now, to value time, for writing better works.
Even the humble people, born in a poor family in inner inferiority, but this has developed a rich imagination, that wonderful imagination touched generation after generation, people have seen the good he desires, he thus a noble person, I say this person is Hans Christian Andersen, he left the world a beautiful fairy tale.
Depression is also a noble, to say nice, it makes us depressed people find a sense of home, because we like to see the "noble" is upon us, we do not look down on us lowly birth because it is so we came to this world. The skin, hair adhere, and I in such a career, experience of life, I have a pair of working hands, I have a pair of hands to write, I want to leave the beautiful world of text, such as security feel, as beautiful and mysterious in his imagination touched generation after generation.
I may never be great and reputation of Andersen, but I will no regrets, to the pen to show his personal charm, to ordinary language to record their own path in life, to thinking to open a fan of life landscape of the door. I have confidence in the future of literature, because the world who are set for each stage of their own, each with their own career to play one role in life is colorful, the world is the magnificent attractions .
Sing in the Ordinary, extraordinary career, the average song is one song after another to move their own songs.