“Poor” and “rich” are different!

I am a poor man with nothing. It is the most common working meal. On festivals and festivals, I imagine that there is a big table of good dishes, which are delicious, with saliva flowing. The delicacies of mountains and seas are placed on the left, and the birds and beasts are placed on the right. Those flying in the sky and swimming in the water are placed in front, A pot of cabbage tofu soup made by mother in Zhengzhong, a bottle of white wine, called Moutai; A bottle of red wine, I can’t say what it is. A waiter put my napkin and tissue, accompanied by my first girlfriend, and a piece of slowly soothing music. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. Then I opened my eyes satisfie and continued to eat my work meal. But at this moment, there is already a little smile on my face. I am a poor man with nothing. I wear thick canvas overalls. After work, I changed into my only white shirt and followed the crowd to see the colorful and colorful world. That pink skirt must be beautiful on my girlfriend; That faux fur must be loved by a woman with excellent temperament, with fashionable LV leather bag and delicate neck, A string of white eye-catching pearls, red coral hollowed-out carved bracelet, black tight pants show more graceful lines, 7-inch high heels, like ballet dancers walking on the street, like cats, is Cat. With heavy makeup, you can only see the size of your eyes, the height of your nose, and the small mouth of Yingying. As for your skin color, you can only guess by other parts, and you probably know a little. I am poor, they are so poor that they have nothing. I am alone, watching the cars in and out every day. Some of the people who were the same as me were senior officials, houjue, or chairman of the board, general manager. In any case, they were white-collar workers at the level of supervisor. Car scooter, develop the potbellied, three people with high. There are groups of wives and concubines. People take care of pets specially. They are all cocky when walking, so they don’t have to look at other people’s faces, because they can’t see them at all. They are too high, too thick. Ladies, no matter they are two or three, maybe four, five, six or seven, they are all ladies of noble families. Their daily work is shopping, consuming, shopping, eating, drinking and having fun. Their men eat people and leave bones to them, they can squeeze all the oil in the bones. I am the poor, read newspapers and news every day, understand the sufferings of the poor, see what kind of kind-hearted people there are in the society, what kind of heroes appear today, and where is the earthquake, in need of donations, how does the country help to support the progress of rural areas, whether the school conditions of children in mountainous areas have improved, and which corrupt officials have been ruled by law or double rules. If I had more time, I would read books and newspapers and get close to literature. High configuration games kill the will of young people, and many of them will indulge in it; Bars, discos, cocktail parties are all people who don’t know the meaning of help, just need to cheat and cheat, no need for human skin, no need for conscience. It is a very happy thing to reach out and help a person who needs help very much. What you give is what you can do. What you get is not what everyone can get, only when you really help can you experience that kind of happiness. I have tried it. Have you tried it on the rich? Do you dare to have a try? Afraid of losing face? Afraid of condescending and demotion? Afraid there is no benefit?! I often say to my friends that I am a poor man with nothing but self-esteem, self-love and self-respect. I also often say to my friends that I am also a rich man, who is rich only with conscience, love and heart of helping others. Looking up at the sky, the blue sky is boundless, the air is warm and fresh, I walk Still sonorous and powerful, and my heart is still filled with warmth…

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