? Can you stand the pressure of life?

Nine times out of ten, life is unsatisfactory, and troubles, sadness, pain and pain are often accompanied. The word "all the best" is often the most blessing we give to friends, relatives and lovers, representing the best wishes and deepest wishes between people.

It has been more than three months since I wanted to graduate. Most of my classmates went south together, and I was the only one who went north alone. I survived the first three months, regardless of emotions. But at this moment when I really went home, I suddenly felt sad and bitter beyond words.

I dare not say that I graduated from college because some college students are not worthy of the name, but I dare not sell myself short. After all, I am also a serious college graduate, not a junior college student, not a student in a second-rate school, nor a person who went to college without going to college.

Eleven long holidays, leisure at home, small villages, things soon spread throughout the whole street. The news that I intend to go home is also true. My home is divided into East House and Westinghouse, and we almost cross the whole street back and forth. It's hard to avoid meeting someone on the road, just asking. Although I know it's not malicious, it scares me.

"Have a holiday?"

"Why go home? Not outside? "

"How bad at home! What's better outside than at home? Did you see anyone ... 1 more than ten thousand yuan, ... "

"How much is it? ..... Only a little, alas! ……"

He left angrily, so did I, I'm not! I want to go home with such a basket of words, eat, watch TV, sleep, can't sleep, be angry, hesitate, doubt, consider, take a nap, and then start a new day.

The early morning in autumn is very refreshing. Every time I open the window-breathe, gulp down, maybe it's like panting. I was in such a good mood that I didn't think about anything. I am me, and autumn is autumn.

My family gave me no attitude towards my decision. I'm used to it. They believe me, but I don't believe in myself and them like that. I hope my parents are really happy with my decision to go home; I hope my brother will stop worrying about my future; I hope I can bear the pressure from any direction. But every bank is not indestructible.

I was assigned to the construction site on the 6th, supervised by Party A ... Think about it carefully, a vacancy, a chain. After arrangement, I am in charge of building 102, which is a dormitory building and is pouring the frame. There are not many idle people like me on the construction site. They are all newcomers. Wherever I go, people will ask me a few questions, and when I know that I am from the same county, I will say a lot. I know they mean no harm.

"You are a college student, why did you go home?"

I know the irony of this sentence. He doubted my college diploma. He suspected that I had gone to one of those bad schools. He thinks I'm here because I can't find a job outside. He thinks I am an unqualified graduate.

"Only a little, my cousin's son is in Yunnan, ... 1,20,000 ..."

……

I can't interrupt this, only Nuo Nuo smiles.

"This poor county has no future. When the boss took the factory, it's like that now. It cost hundreds of thousands a year and was blown away! Working with Harbin Institute of Technology, … the professor seems to be fake, haha … this! ……"

"who is a capable person in this stupid place ...! "

I am noncommittal. I stayed all day, then I ate and went back to the dormitory. I go to bed early and wake up early. Does it hurt? No, it's really not. It's fear. I'm afraid I'm really going to die, and I'm going to die in an unknown way.

I really envy those heartless people who know how to work and pay, and everything will be fine. But when I get paid, I think about not getting paid, which is alarmist. But the reality is that the sky is falling.

Going to the construction site every day is a test for me, and I have to face all kinds of gossip. I know those lies are false, but when the lies are told by people around me, you will believe them. I had expected that I would be hit by all kinds of remarks, but they came more suddenly and forcefully than I expected.

A load-bearing column was poured that day. Cement and sand are put in, and after the vibrator vibrates, the original solid box suddenly cracks a crack, and the concrete flows out instantly and gurgles continuously. I looked at that cut, much like myself, and the pressure exceeded expectations. Everything that was originally stable flowed out, and Taishan collapsed in front of me, as if the spine supporting a rubber man was suddenly taken away, and the whole person collapsed and spread out like mud. I want to open such a hole in my own place, and the pillar supporting my dream seems to be gurgling down. Tears are spinning in my eyes, because the tower crane has a virtual shadow and is still shaking.

In the evening, I sent a short message to a very close friend and said, I miss you. What should I do? I don't want him to talk on the phone. It's been three months, and I haven't poured out my sadness, Liu An said. I don't want to talk to Qu Ren either. I am eager to tell him everything, but I don't know where to start. I am crying. Finally, just a greeting or a statement: I really miss you, really miss you.

Then I listened, listened, and never wanted to talk about it again.

Most diners at the dinner party often tell the truth because they don't know each other. That day, I said: Those who graduated and went home were all SB, and those who loved their hometown were all SB gossips, which won a lot of praise. I'm not used to such cruel words, but I really can't find a better sentence to express my feelings. Is it a mistake for me to go home after graduation? Don't let me develop in my hometown Aren't people who earn a lot of money after graduation awesome? Don't go home like me, all graduates with low wages will die? Can't there be a decent company in my hometown? Is this world not allowed to fail? Don't just forbid me to * * * once? I really can't succeed? Whoa, whoa, whoa ... I really * * *? Is it really a scam? Can't people in this world have dreams? No one can believe it? Do I have to surrender?

The next morning, there was no sun. The weather is not very good these days, and I haven't seen the sun all day. But early in the morning, I was in a good mood. I opened the window and got some air. Think about last night and look at this morning. I told myself: every day's life is a new battle. I will fight when I wake up, no matter how I was knocked down yesterday.

I still remember saying that it would be different if I had experienced every sentence. Now, I am practicing sentence by sentence. It's the Buddha who doesn't complain about suffering. I can't. Every sentence is a battle for me, no exaggeration. I'm tired of repeating a meaning, which makes many people feel inhuman, but I'm tired of repeating it like a repeater. I said I can accept impermanence, but I can't accept repetition. And this world is just the opposite.

Now after these days of tossing, I'm almost confused. Do I still have a dream? Have I surrendered to this fucking world? What's wrong with having a dream? I laugh at myself like this. Self-mockery requires ability. According to the principle of mechanics, self-mockery is a labor-saving lever, but the fulcrum is often the powerful psychology of people themselves. I don't have that strong heart. It's a joke at best.

Call yourself not to surrender, but keep your hands up. I brainwashed myself that as long as I don't surrender, there will be no failed war. But who will believe it?

Actually, it's all because I decided to go home. Why are you going home? The last person, struggling alone, made all the onlookers stunned and lamented. When you go back to your hometown before you get old, you will be heartbroken. You're talking about affection. What I want to say is that you can never go back to your hometown without clothes. Unless you are ten times stronger than you think, that's all. If you choose to go home, I won't ask you anything but say: don't surrender to this damn world.

In real life, there are always few happy things, and many are setbacks and pains. Life is not satisfactory. The road of life is always tortuous. On the long road of life, it is often accompanied by sadness and pain. What should be a happy life has been shattered by the ruthless reality and turned into an untouchable bubble. The theme of life has become suffering, and the course of life has become a difficult journey. It is impossible to know where the other party is and where the exit is. Ask God, can you give me an answer I am looking for? Unfortunately, the biggest sorrow in the world is that you can't help yourself! Helpless, the answer to life can only be found by yourself, looking for hope, finding a way out and finding a little light in life in a frustrated life. Strong, only a strong face of the suffering of life, respond to the suffering of life, in order to get out of the fog of life, into a life full of sunshine and rain.