Please respect the efforts of a girl

I used to rent a bed with a twenty-something boy.

Because of a simultaneous late return, we had the opportunity to sit in the living room and drink his bottle of Irish creamy whiskey. With moonlight and wine, he and I talked about all the youth spent in Auckland, New Zealand.

His high school and college were carried out with half of the lessons, going to a friend's house to play games, drinking at the bar, going to the club to see the stripper, desperately tipping her underwear, and later having a girlfriend. Take her to the cinema and the western restaurant, and spend every money sent by her parents. After graduating, the girlfriend couldn't stand the loneliness of the southern hemisphere and went back to the princess-like days. He stayed and did a hungry job in a company opened by a friend. He woke up to work every day, and went home when he was tired. No restrictions, very free. He is quite satisfied with this life.

In his room, the door was always half open, and the rotten smell that floated from the inside could not tell whether it was a long time unwashed clothes or dishes. There is a huge computer on the table, and the sound coming from inside is about the modern people crossing the ancient game. His quilt is always in a state of no folding, and the shape of a tent is set in the center of the bed, and half of the bottled water is scattered on the floor. Once I met him in the kitchen, washing his coffee cup and looking at his awkward posture, I suddenly felt a little sad, for the mold that had precipitated for too long, and for his life.

I told him that it is time for the school to take spring break. I am playing three jobs...

He listened to my story without patience. He said, "I think your dress has been worn for too long. It should be changed."

At that time, in order to get the tuition fees for each school year, in addition to class, I worked in restaurants outside a few blocks. Sometimes I helped my friends go to the office in the building to clean the house. A broken Nissan always opened. On the way to making money. Many nights, from the working restaurant back home, endured sleepy writing homework in the early hours of the morning, occasionally drunk driving on the road, the police car's red and blue lights alternately flashing behind, you can wake up half-sleeping me.

The faint inferiority from the character makes me work hard when I do everything. I am the most diligent student in the class. I have not missed any class. I insist on making every assignment excellent and cannot tolerate the appearance of "B" on the transcript. Because of the lack of money, I desperately give myself a lot of dignity elsewhere.

When I was working in a cafe, I met a girl.

The girl is very beautiful, it is the kind of beautifully decorated, the cosmetics are armed to the hair. At 9 o'clock every day, come to a Mocha on time, sit in the corner, and look at every man who looks good. Later, the girl always chats with different men. The man asks her to drink coffee and eat Western food. She shows an attractive "business line", but there is always no result.

One day, the girl politely bid farewell to me and said frankly: "My money is getting less and less, and the visa is about to expire soon. I can't come every day."

Her nails are very long, the color is hurriedly left halfway, and the hair is combed up in a sly manner. She said that the goal at this stage is to practice English, and marry a husband with money and a green card before the visa expires. You are a girl, so hard, why bother.

I don't know when I started. For a girl, in all her good qualities, it seems to work hard. As a very important way to success, it gradually disappears. Wechat’s article on the screen that appeared on the night was saying that the girl is just fine, and there is no need to fight in the wind. The man who marries a good man is the best model of life; the topic of neighborhood discussion From the simple "Do you eat it?" to "My daughter-in-law has a monthly salary of tens of thousands"; when I struggle for a small goal, there will always be someone who will kindly remind me of the benefits of marriage. . No one wants to respect the efforts of a girl's little character. What everyone is more admired is the attitude of a night phoenix.

In the years I lived in a foreign country, most of the girls in their twenties who have been around can be classified into these categories: one is superior in family status, complaining about the backward entertainment industry in the country every day; the other is ordinary. Very longing for self-sufficient life, but always complaining that the work is too difficult to find, refused to take the first step of hard work; and the last kind of girls represented by me, reluctant to let the family and love pay for themselves, willing to The female warrior who is a claw in her life accepts the negative energy of the first class girl and the second class girl. A girl I know, who used to be at my desk for a few months in the classroom, later dropped out of school and married a man. In just a few years, she got a green card and son, and her career became the housewife she dreamed of. I thought that life is happy from then on, but every time I ask for money from my husband, it is the beginning of a family war. Once I went to visit her, she took my hand and said with awkwardness: "When can you make your table again? When there is no money, you have to give up studying."

I have never accepted complaints about poverty. Poverty is a choice rather than a helplessness than all kinds of misfortunes in life. When Cai Wei talked about the attitude toward poverty, he said that young people are working hard to make money, one job is not enough, two jobs are not worked, two jobs are not enough, and three jobs are played. In this country, newspapers and the Internet are updating tens of thousands of jobs every day. Can't be a white-collar worker in a big company, then go to a simple manual worker, go to the supermarket to pack vegetables and fruits, go to the gas station to be a cashier, and send newspapers to the mailboxes of each household.

When I first stood in this strange country, everyone was telling me how hard it was to find work in this season. In order to support myself, I went through all the phone calls and went to all the shops in the mall. A girl who could not even tell the amount of coins in the first place survived the exclusion and questioning of others, relying on the willpower to bite the teeth and the unyielding defeat.

I have never been afraid that I will fall down one day, and I have never worried about nothing. I just came from there. I know that if I work hard, it will not be so difficult to survive. Don't misunderstand, I don't miss a day of poverty. Like all girls, I am also looking forward to a good life. I want to have enough money and want to have freedom and love, but before I put a lot of demands on my life, I want to ask myself first. A girl, only hard, has a chip in her hand.

Li Na said in an interview with reporters: "My dream is to be a family woman."

The young girls in the audience nodded and applauded. However, don't forget that before Li Na became a family woman, her professional tennis career was fifteen years, and she won two Grand Slam titles, creating a new history of Asian professional tennis, and has already paid a woman to the cause. All efforts.

So, don't say that girls don't need to work hard, don't pour cold water on her struggling posture. When she was wearing old clothes with rough lines and a small broken car with a rust on her wiper, some people thought her taste was too bad, but I felt that her sweat was very sexy. She plunged into the future, and tried to try her best to be who she could be. At the moment, what you can do is to respect her efforts.