Don't lose hope

I don't know when I started, I really started to get tired of this kind of life: every day, I get rid of the darkness every day, no matter the wind and frost, let alone the rain and snow, the summer heat does not avoid the night and the night, rushing on the road to the same factory, all the eyes are just for the sake of going to every The fixed holiday of the month brings back a meager salary of talking about it, which is almost regarded as a great gift to life. Except for being grateful, what else can I say? The non-stop days seem to have been meticulously cloned. Today is the copy of yesterday, and tomorrow is the replica of today. All of them are unimaginable and unremarkable. As always, there is no surprise at all. My life is like being formatted and fixed in an old framework with no signs of change. What was the passion? Where are you going to find the original vigor and innocence? The exhaustion of the body is second. As a laborer who is unknown, what hard work is that I have never endured, can't bear it? What is hard to face is the negative emotions from the bottom of my heart. They spread like uncontrollably in the wilderness of the wilderness. I even cover my heart one day, let me live to myself and even myself. Lose your original expectations and confidence. I often quietly ask myself when I am in the dead of night. What is the meaning of life? What is the value of life?

To admit, for a time, I did not have any hope for this chaotic world. That was a dark time in my life. In those days, I was like a trigger ready to go, ready to shoot all the anger at everything that was trying to come closer to me. At the same time, my heart is not able to find a clear path in the hustle and bustle. until......

The first thing to explain is that I gave more than half of my life to the factory. Following the principle of fairness and equivalence, the factory pays me the banknotes of the corresponding value that match these times. The official statement of Guangda Guangming is wages, privately known as the hard-earned money commonly known by ordinary people. That is also the goal of my hard work. To some extent, it can be understood that I spend most of my time living for wages. I am walking in a vast world where capital controls the body and soul. Wages have profoundly affected my life with its undisputed and radioactive energy, which has penetrated into every aspect of my life journey. In the end, the salary clearly shows the exact value of my life in this grand performance, and determines the quality of my life that survived in this world for a short time, and what should I do as a person who earns a living on wages. And can't think about anything. Under normal circumstances, I have to look at wages instead of other faces. In the end, I am just working hard to pay wages. I am not myself. It’s not just my energy and time that my salary is bought, but also the will I have tried to resist and most of my wishes. They are basically no longer possible to achieve. For these arrogant and arrogant papers, I handed over half of my day and the other half of the night. In the day when I took up one-half of the share, I climbed out of the bed at six o'clock in the morning, and the emperor looked like a bug that was in love with temperature. Dressing up in a hurry, he is in a hurry to cover up all the weakness and burnout from the body and the heart, trying to make himself look more harmonious in this increasingly regular world. Then, without any suspense, do the last goodbye with yourself, and walk out the door without sorrow, until the artificial light rises above the street, and then return as safely as possible along the footprints. So repeating this week.

It was in the opening remarks of such a one-size-fits-all life that I met the old Pan couple through a bowl of steamed marinade and spicy oil, and thus saw a different life. Lao Pan and his woman from Anhui are all known for their fate. They opened an early shop on the road to work. I mainly specialize in Anhui specialty snacks, while taking into account the tastes of local people. Some fried dough, tofu brain, soy milk and other omnivorous foods are sold. Like many migrant workers who are convenient and convenient, I go to their booths almost every day. Over time, I have developed from a relationship of initial purchase and sale to a later friend.

The old Pan is not amazing, tall and tall, with big hands and big feet, dark skin, a little hunchback, walking up the slender neck and habitually exploring it, like a lonely ostrich. He is a dull character, usually few words, looks honest and old-fashioned. But what is puzzling is that as soon as he arrives in the operating room, he will immediately become another person as soon as he enters his familiar working state. At this time, he was like a whole person. The kind of concentration, calmness, pride and self-confidence that unconsciously revealed in the gestures made him become the undisputed king in this flawless chamber. To be honest, I don't know why this happened. I can't imagine how an ordinary person has passed through such a huge transformation in such a short period of time. It made my mind subconsciously flash a word: miracle. Or is it no longer believed - love.

Lao Pan’s lady is different from Lao Pan. She is cheerful and loves to laugh and gives a very optimistic feeling. But the fly in the ointment is that she has a disability and her left and right feet are not conspicuous and are not on the same level. This makes her need to work harder than others even if she just wants to stand upright. Whether you admit it or not, there are always people in this world like this. They are almost silently prospering in the corners that have been forgotten by life, and we can't see them in the spring. Surprisingly, however, it is precisely such an ordinary woman who is close to humble, but bathes herself in the bright sunshine of life. She shows me the invaluable ideals and hopes that exist in human life. .

The honest old Pan and his disabled woman are so inseparable, silently screaming at each other, day after day, miserable life to run their flat life, their bail-outs. After five years of climbing all the year round, the loneliness and hard work do not have to be said. This pair of people who have left their hometowns and traveled abroad to make a living has become a unique landscape that I have experienced every day. I admit that they have softened my hard heart without knowing it.

Through the conversation, I know that the old family of Laopan and his wife are in a distant and small town, which is still unknown. Their elderly parents are still alive. They also have a son who is studying civil engineering in Chongqing University. If there is no accident, like thousands of Chinese families, this will be another happy story that ordinary people have experienced and are experiencing. However, for some people, life is always filled with too many unknowable variables, almost overnight, they seem to fall from the peak of happiness to the abyss of suffering. One thing that happened suddenly to them, so that their lives have changed dramatically since then, this is just the beginning of their nightmare. According to their memories, Lao Pan was once a chef in the local restaurant and was once famous. The disability of a woman is not born, but an unintended consequence of a conflict between the old city and the demolition office. In order to discuss a fair statement, they went through a five-year lawsuit that was unimaginable by ordinary people. After all the grievances and angers, they finally got the compensation for the bloody tears when they finally got their wish. Found that they have no way to stand in their hometown. In order to support the elderly, and to raise the high tuition fees of their sons, they have chosen such a path of survival far from the hometown of their loved ones, full of infinite hardships... just when I sigh for their fate However, they did not reveal the sadness of my thoughts. They calmly described their own sad old things, as if they had just repeated a story of another stranger to a stranger. It can be seen that there is no anger in their hearts. They are still grateful for this world that is full of so many injustices, and persistently endless hope for the world. They calmly face the society, life and their own painful attitude, which makes me feel moved, and my heart seems to suddenly bathe into the long-lost and the spring breeze.

One day, Lao Pan’s wife ran over and excitedly told me that she was ready to take a driver’s license. Now she is reviewing the theoretical papers. I am very surprised to ask her how strong you are to buy a car? What is the significance of learning a driver's license for you? She answered without thinking, I will have it sooner or later! People don't have to have a head when they are alive! At that moment, I was moved by her. Yes, is life not like this? Although, as the bottom of the world's vulnerable groups, you may be neglected and forgotten by the past, but you can't abandon it because of this injustice, and how can people who can't see the sun have a thriving life!

From their body, I understand that the wonderfulness of life depends only on what we think in our hearts, and on what kind of vision we use to look at it. A happy life relies on us to fight with our hands, rather than blaming it for no reason. The world has never been perfect, but it is the incompleteness that makes our struggles worthwhile and makes our lives shine. Don't let the bumps and sufferings become the excuse we evade, but sublimate to motivate us to constantly seek advancement.

It is undeniable that it is precisely the obscure ordinary people like the old Pan couple who taught me how to face the world and face myself. That is: even in the ordinary days, you must learn to live well and use A hot heart to love you should love, don't lose hope!