There are many things, and there are thousands of people.

without much deliberation and careful choice, I unconsciously made my own life look like an ascetic monk. Every day, I am busy subconsciously and conscientiously, but I don't know the direction I am chasing. In other words, I am such a person.

where are others? During a spa experience, I saw thousands of people living in thousands of ways.

during the nap, the phone rang and my best friend asked me to have a facial. This is the nth time I have been distressed by my girlfriend. She has been weak since childhood, and has been taken care of by her family and friends. She is also very good at living. Food, clothing, housing and transportation, although not extravagant, are extremely exquisite. Oneself comes first, family comes second, and everything else is just floating clouds. What about "grasping the tail of youth" and "not being crushed by a young mother when she marries her daughter-in-law" are all sufficient reasons for her to be kind to herself ... < P > Get up, ride her beloved little electric donkey, carry her petty bourgeoisie's best friend, and cross the streets and alleys to the beauty shop. Awkward! General iron, lock the door. The appointment time has passed, and the owner of the beauty shop hasn't come back yet. It's not that people don't talk about honesty and have no sense of time. Because this is another super busy woman with a story. She is petite, comely and fashionable, giving people the feeling of innocent girl. As a matter of fact, she is very energetic. She runs three stores by herself, which are involved in beauty, steaming and pedicure, and these three stores are located in different directions in this city. Although it is a small city with five lines, it is hard enough to travel between three stores. Listening to her, she received the first wave of customers at home (beauty shop in the community) at 7: in the morning, opened the new store before 9: , hurried home at 12: to cook for the children, and went to the pedicure shop at one point, until the bath city closed at 11: in the evening, she was able to set foot on her way home. She also complained that she was exhausted every day and never woke up. She, alive, turned herself into a strong woman.

We women are chatting while doing beauty treatments. For me, this is probably one of the few most relaxing and enjoyable times. Somehow, when it comes to one of our colleagues, who is over forty, he is still so competitive. People can't wait to stay away from the performance at the New Year's Eve party, but what about her? You have to fight for c even for a dance. I really don't understand whether she is conceited or inferior, at least not moderately confident.

I can't say who has a better and more transparent way of living, but I can only say that whether we like it or not, everyone has become what they are now. There are many things and people!