I once saw a female student holding a large stack of flyers on a dimly lit street and taking the trouble to distribute them to everyone around her. The light on this side is bright and colorful, and the other side of the light is dark and gloomy, but she is still alive.

I once saw a female student holding a large stack of flyers on a dimly lit street, taking the trouble to distribute them to everyone around her. Her face was lively, without the slightest hint of dissatisfaction. The light on this side is bright and colorful, and the other side of the light is dark and gloomy, but she is still alive.

Later, I had the same experience as her. I realized that for her, life was not a disaster but an experience.

When I was in high school, my dad left me. His departure took away the love of an old father, and at the same time caused the family's financial situation to plummet, which made me very nervous. Although I had the intention, I was powerless.

After graduating from high school, I took the initiative to walk into the crowd and look for opportunities wherever there were notices. Finally, I found a job distributing flyers in a small corner. The memory is clearly engraved: 30 yuan/day. After half an hour of training, I hit the streets. I'm always embarrassed when I open my mouth for the first time. I finally stammered and shouted: Mother-in-law, you... take a look. As time goes on... I become more and more skilled.

On that day, I don’t remember how many streets I walked through, and I don’t remember how many strangers I called out to, but I remember the crumpled 30 yuan in my pocket. That was the first time I got paid for my labor.

Since then, I have distributed flyers on weekends, worked as a nightclub waiter in a KTV, sold snacks, set up a stall, and worked in an electronics factory during the summer vacation as a tutor. Although it is very hard, life is full of joy every moment. For me, it is an experience in my life.

Now I am on the streets again. The streets were crowded and the sounds of vendors could be heard, but I knew that it was an experience in their lives and the most essential thing in life.

Looking back now, it turns out that I am no longer the same person after each experience, but I am still the same person.