It took a long time since the cold wind blew. In such a hot world, how long can I endure myself working hard outside? I was at the construction site, touching the hot bricks, my hands were already scalded off, and my once plump ideal was finally beaten by reality like a deflated balloon.
When will my shriveled dream support my thin body? I don’t know whether these tormented years bring me training or hardships. I don’t want to know.
I don’t have too much energy to sort out my messy emotions. I feel that there are always endless things to do in front of me. While others are playing and resting, I am still struggling to stick to it.
The bitterness of life, after tasting this taste, I feel uncomfortable.
My shoulders have been red, but what I carry on my shoulders is my life. How can I let it go easily? It’s hard for me to let it go.
I have curled my corners and suffered from the darkness of the night. How could I lack enthusiasm for life and the future?
Although my dream is insignificant, I still have to overcome the difficulties of survival in front of me.
This city is full of tall buildings, but there is no one my home, although my colleagues and I have built tall buildings that I have never reached in my lifetime before.
I am a steel bar on the construction site, and I should be hot and humble in the world of tall buildings.
Although I bent over and sweated in the sun and had hot smoke simmering in the soles of my feet, my work on my hands still couldn't stop.
My youth is passing by day by day. Although I was full of passionate dreams at the beginning and worked hard on the way to go, life always has its own difficulties and life has always had difficulties.
What can make me persist is the light in the night. I look forward to the arrival of the night. At least my tired body can lie down in the corner where no one cares about it.
The night is the gentlest to me. I can also occasionally relax my tense body and feel the evening breeze blowing through my eyes, the gentleness sways.
also secretly cried alone at night, feeling inexplicably bad mood and was about to collapse. He secretly hid his heart and told the lake again and again.
No one would want to listen to a down-and-out person nagging his heart. He looked like a lunatic and was not understood by others.
people, when they were most unanticipated, they lived without any burden.
In the past, I always wanted to live freely and freely, and then this was all based on your breaking out of survival and becoming alive.
At least wake up and don’t worry about the next meal, and sleep without worrying about tomorrow’s rent. In your opinion, freedom that is so simple that it does not need to be realized is that some people have to do their best to exchange for a short-term stability in their lives.
It is the same truth that a person cannot be in sadness for too long and a person cannot be in poverty for too long, otherwise he will be unable to extricate himself over time.
So ironic is that people who lack nothing always easily discard things that others regard as fate and easily ignore them.
Night is a dream, and it is also the easiest to make people awake. Just like the silence of the present, it is like a street light bowing its head and keeping silent.
Relying on one's own strength to fight against the dark night and brighten one's own world, the silent street lights are like silent people.
If the street lights illuminate each other are connected side by side, I think this light is enough to illuminate the way forward.
At this moment, I continue to walk under the street lights. I am as silent as the years, and the years move forward as slowly as I am.
