All kinds of life [literature monthly]]

Rest on weekends, but don’t sleep late. I don’t know whether my body has special potential or something else. As the sunlight passes through the clouds and penetrates my eyelids, I am like a cursed ghost. I stand up straight and turn on the computer, it seems that I am carrying out some secret things, and I don’t know. Perhaps in the dream, the subconscious impulse is still causing trouble. Wander around Kaixin website to see if my flowers have been stolen by others; See if my friends are hungry again; See who has entered my world; look at who planted our plants here in my heart of love. What others planted for themselves will be harvested immediately for fear of being stolen when they are ripe. But after harvest, but I think it is empty, and perhaps the best wish is to see some friends growing something here just after the harvest. That kind of happiness, I think, should be the most beautiful color this morning. Each individual of life is independent, but has such and such connection with the world. My heart is so unique and independent that I will never feel lonely. But in this eastern coastal city, I left my hometown, seeking my own dream and staying away from friends and relatives. Independent me often feel a burst of inexplicable sadness. For us, career and affection are enough to constitute the whole life. All our happiness, anger, sadness and joy come from them. Perhaps most people could not understand that Mencius had a great responsibility to the people of the country, so he must first suffer his mind, and his complaints and resentment always spread over the whole sky like clouds scattered away, it makes people breathless. Looking through the classmate’s diary, I saw that she just got a marriage certificate, and I was very happy for her. Yes, as she said, I didn’t expect to get married so soon. Life is like a river, galloping and moving forward forever. We are trapped in the complexity of life all day long. Only in a trance can we understand that we have experienced so much, it has stepped from one stage to another. People can’t see themselves clearly, maybe it is because there are too few opportunities to turn back? Looking at my classmate’s talk and those two red books representing the beginning of a new life, I fell into the reverie of life and my own life. At that time, my younger brother called and said he was going to be a salesman on the train. My heart fell into another kind of thinking again. As for my younger brother, I hope he can find a good job. Nowadays, especially this year, the society’s challenge to college students has fallen into an unprecedented tense situation. As the younger brother who graduated from junior college, he was restricted by his education background every time he went to the job fair. I don’t know what kind of thoughts he has, but I clearly understand that if it were me, I am feel very uncomfortable, maybe I can’t accept it, because I have too high requirements for life. My psychological endurance to social pressure may still be very low. I always want to be stable in a certain position or a certain corner. Live a stable life, and once thought extravagantly that even if so, you should have a beautiful love. I am know how to sell on trains. That was a very bitter thing. There were so many people on the train, so narrow the lane, and they had to work until more than eleven o’clock every night. Wandering in the passageway of the train all day long. Every time I took the train, I would cast a favorable eye on these people. Maybe I didn’t really understand all kinds of people in the society. Their lives, their pursuits, and their importance. I said to my brother, it’s up to you. Don’t work too hard. As a brother, I don’t know what I can do to help him at this time. I just feel that he has grown up and I feel that I have nothing to help him now.

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