On the young road, who does not contain tears?

At this moment, at the moment, I have graduated for two years, I have no car, no room, no girlfriend. I would like to record this, 26 years old, my rice and oil, as well as poetry and distance.

"Oh..." Wake me up every day is not the soft voice of his girlfriend, nor the winning notice of a rich night, but the damn mobile alarm clock. The company stipulated that the money must be signed at 8:30, in order to save the rent, I live in the suburbs away from the urban area, where it takes an hour to take the MRT to the company...

In order to sleep for ten minutes, I never lined up to wait for the company's elevator, but went straight to the stairs, although my office was on the 22nd floor of the sky... After eight minutes, I was sitting at my desk, though Breathless, but can not slack off. What I am doing is the promotion of Internet operations. The daily information of the company's official website needs me to update every morning. This is the company's external portal. It can't be sloppy.

August is the best time for our project team to complete the company's indicators. Every colleague is as excited as playing chicken blood. At nine o'clock, with a bunch of files, we plunged into the conference room to discuss my planning and implementation details last week. Meetings are often opened one day...

I am used to such a fast-paced working style in the city, as if in such an atmosphere, I can prove the existence value of my "three no wires". Maybe it’s a bit of a bit, but I really think so. When you are tired, take a break and invest in what I like when you are energetic.

Looked at the watch, calm thought: Oh, there is an hour to get off work. While thinking about the time of getting home, I thought about taking a takeaway with myself and comforting my stomach that had already begun to protest.

The ideal is always beautiful, but the reality is: Xiao Yuan, you have some problems with this plan, you optimize the details I marked inside, send me a mailbox before work...

The night has already begun, but it is not possible to get off work, which may be the life situation faced by most white-collar workers including me.

After two months of salary, I am going to buy a high-profile desktop. After all, I am also a game enthusiast like most boys. I like "two" in my spare time. In the rental house, release the man's madness and wildness until the landlord aunt knocks on the door: Xiao Yuan, the rent for the next quarter will be paid, plus the monthly water and electricity fee, a total of 4200+180, this is the receipt...

When can I not rent a house? Oh, I think too much.

I don't know when, my parents in remote rural areas have learned to use WeChat, and I have built a family group. My parents know that I am busy, I don't bother me at all, but I have a video chat once a month, and one chat is one night. My parents' minds are worried, their grievances are helpless, and sometimes it feels that only at that moment is the truest self.

The homesickness of living in different places, the hardships of drifting in big cities, and the sorrow of living in small places, the loneliness caused by these emotions is not different because of the industry you are in.

I also thought about it, didn't do it, and returned to my parents, the fertile soil that gave birth to me. However, I did a two-year Internet connection. In my hometown, I could not find a suitable job. Change industry? Then my university's four years of study and two years of work experience... oh, this kind of thinking will think about it.

The CBD outside the window is brightly lit. At this moment, I am still fighting in the company.

Looking up at the poem and the distance!

I am looking forward to the hero dream!

After all, on the young road, who doesn't fight? Gambling one time?