The treasure boy in my eyes is like this...

The treasure boy in my eyes has a little inferiority complex, a little cowardice, a little shyness, a little at a loss. In fact, he does not have to be able to handle everything, or in other words, I allow and tolerate his disagreements. Perfection and small flaws all say, "Just because I'm good to someone doesn't mean that person is good, but it means that I'm good" - then I'll admit this statement for the time being.

The treasure boy in my eyes is trying to live a good life every day, running for life like all ordinary people, getting up in the morning and catching the subway before having breakfast, and making a cup of tea or coffee when he gets to his work station. Maybe it's to accompany the refreshments, maybe it's to refresh yourself to start the day's struggle...

In my eyes, the treasure boy is focused, serious, and responsible when working - or in other words, he is responsible for himself A person's life is serious and responsible, and he does not just treat work as a medium for getting a salary, but integrates ideals, enthusiasm, and beliefs into it. Not to say how much he loves it, but at least it is not just for making a living--but For such people, if their work attitude is there, their work ability will naturally not be much worse.

The treasure boy in my eyes will lament when he is exhausted and full of pressure, and then cheer himself up and continue to persevere - maybe that lament is the way he chooses to release stress. Just like when I hear the sound of rain, the pressure will be released instantly...

The treasure boy in my eyes is the kind of person who is as gentle and hazy as the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and as tough as pampas grass and as firm as silk. , it’s the feeling of softness with strength, strength with softness, strength and softness at the same time...

The treasure boy in my eyes is a gentleman, courteous, gentle, and he can talk well. , instead of being tense, tit-for-tat, and baring fangs whenever something goes wrong...

The treasure boy in my eyes will have a sense of fulfillment, accomplishment, and self-confidence when his salary is paid, because he can give himself I have added a brick to my small home. I like this feeling of "hard work is rewarded", and I like the home that I pieced together bit by bit with my own labor income...

The treasure in my eyes The boy knows how to cherish the fruits of other people's labor, and also knows how to cherish the fruits of his own labor, and will not squander it or waste it wantonly...

The treasure boy in my eyes is kind at heart, although he is not He will be pure and clear, but at least he is not the kind of unclean person who has been harboring filth and evil for many years.

The treasure boy in my eyes is the kind of person who has been hidden for a long time but still sees the light of day. He is the kind of person who usually gives way to fame and wealth and does not fight for it, but can come to the table to save him at critical moments. people on the field.

The treasure boy in my eyes is a person who is sentimental in his memories and rational in the present, nostalgic for the bamboo forest and the feudal wall, and obsessed with the mist, rain and tide...

The treasure boy in my eyes is the kind of person who accidentally suffers a loss and benefits others only to realize it after a long time - maybe the blessings for people like him will come later, right? But it will come...