On the new year's day, I met a long lost sister in school near school. I met my sister in student work. She gave me a lot of advice and help when I first entered school, and I have always been grateful to her. The accounting profession of Xue Jie Xue, graduated this year. If she hadn't seen me greeting me first, two of me must have missed it.
I was still like that for a year, so she could recognize me at a glance. But the school sister changed greatly, the most obvious is to cut off the University for four years of long hair, and changed a well - trained hair and short hair. The old spectacles were not worn, but they did not know to wear stealth or to do the operation...
Two of us found a coffee shop and chatted, and I laughed at my sister's road to the female elite in the workplace. Do not know why, though far more beautiful and more obvious temperament, more life experience, but I felt that her face was a weariness.
Through the window of the coffee shop, the school sister saw that the restaurant on the opposite side of the Yellow braised chicken was closed in the daytime. It was obviously surprised. I explained, "that's not. The boss has been transferring the shop recently, and the other day he was looking at it with the intent." My sister's expression is somewhat sentimental: "I like the braised chicken of this family most of the time, almost once a week, now..."
I don't know how to say, people will always be nostalgic at the appropriate time, so I hope that after many years of time now, has always maintained the original appearance, keep engraved in my heart. But when time goes on, a lot of things will change. Even this change will make a long silent runner feel very sad.
I know that she is now an intern in an accounting firm, and ask her whether she can work well, whether she is ready to stay there, whether she works very hard every day and whether she is being bullied by others. In a word, I asked myself for the shallow cognition of my workplace.
She laughed at me: "you suddenly ask so much, let me answer which good. How to say, a good job, not too much competition, because a firm began to tell us a few new interns no idea, so we just recently, practice and practice. After all, the office is quite famous in the industry. After the end of the internship, it has enriched the work experience and is quite helpful for us.
We drank coffee and then said: "you know what is the most let me out of the office, get to work at half past eight every morning, take charge of the predecessors to me, told me to come at ten does not matter, anyway, will not stay here, but you know I have very high standards for myself will certainly go on time. Therefore, I am still from the firm near relatively cheap rented house. Interns do not pay, working meals to pay their own money, so I am now living very hard to learn sister.
The school sister intentionally made a bitter tone to ease the atmosphere, but I really could realize that she was not easy. Getting up early every day, but no longer can be as neat and neat as before, dressing up, eating roadside stalls, crowded buses, and busy day by day, are all consuming the energy of this tiny girl.
I think that people who have experienced these things have a grumbling in their heart, and the resentment is not a matter of one person, but in the deepest heart. But from meeting to separating, my sister didn't complain to me about the difficulty of life and the danger of society. She taught me to enjoy the moment just in time in university must also make adequate preparations for the day after.
Walking through the braised chicken restaurant on foot, the school sister looked at the heavy shackles on the glass door, reached out and touched it, and sighed. When I looked down, my sister cried, and I followed her eyes, and there was a white unknown flower on the fracture of the cement floor tile in front of the glass door. This discovery let the school sister suddenly become full of vitality, it is not necessary to pull me in front of a small shop self portraits, saying that it is to leave a memorial...
There is a question that many netizens think about: how do you refute the reality that this society is like this? The most popular reply is: what you are and what your world is like.
In my opinion, this reply is not chicken soup at all. It is this, you want to make the world a better place, only to make yourself better. This is good, a lot of the time, people can feel the danger and misery, confusion and yibingding mouth uncertain, and you can see a rise in front of flowers everywhere, waiting for you.
The time is short, but still passed away; although the spring and Autumn period is long, it is also in a hurry. In this long and short time, we should make full use of it, not to get lost in it.
Life is a smoke-free war that life has launched for us. However, the battlefield is a thick white mist, there is no smoke, but had a Olga fog, there is no warriors, but empty lonely and lonely. There is no direction, no marks, no commanders, some only their own perseverance, and have their own strength.
At that time, when I was just studying, I had no idea, I was very confused about my future life, I couldn't speak my favorite things and I couldn't talk about the job I wanted. The family asked, my life seemed to be in the mist, fog is overlapped around the side, no direction, no roads, no light, there is only a hazy mist, just bleak wind, just silent lonely and helpless, but more confused. Such a life, no one can bring me light, and no one can break the fog for me to illuminate the direction. If I want to be lost, I must rely on myself to rush out of the fog and rush to the top of life. Otherwise, it will always be immersed in the fog and can't escape.
I wandered for a long time in this hazy fog, and I had been confused for a few years, and I could not give up, but I had no direction. I tried hard to find out all kinds of ideals to rush out of the fog, but life had brought me a lot of jokes and was broken by reality.
I have hoped countless times in the night sky above my forehead to have a blinking star to light up for me, and a shining star can break it. How I wish I could have a goal, a yearning to rush out of the fog and change my life, but I was surrounded by a cruel reality.
Don't let confusion lose myself. It's my firm belief that I can do it without knowing it. With it, I saw the light outside the fog.
In the days to come, although my words are not perfect, but I see the hope, they will go for one time.
People find their ideal in the confusion, the real number is not easy. Wish us to be strong on the road of our own life, not to be lost and lost in the direction of self.