Every corner has people struggling

Last Sunday was the opening ceremony of my postgraduate class. I got up at 6:30 in the morning and rushed to the Chinese Academy of Sciences, which is 30 kilometers away. I thought that this morning's MRT should be empty and empty, so I was ready to get on the bus. But whoever thinks, by the time of the MRT, there will be a bustling crowd and a group of stalls selling early, similar to the way I usually go to work at 8:00 on weekdays. Although the MRT is not overcrowded, there is no empty seat at all, standing many people. I am a little surprised. Everyone is so early, not going to sleep at home, what are they going to do?

I have lived in this city for 8 years. I haven’t gotten up early in the weekend to do what I did, and I didn’t go to work late at night until I went home. So I slowly forgot that when I was asleep, the city was actually There are people who are awake everywhere. I remembered that I had an early flight a few years ago. When I left the house at 5 o'clock, I saw a couple of stalls selling egg-filled cakes every day. They were preparing their dining cars and supporting the big greasy umbrellas on their heads. That was the first time I knew that they had a few points. I also understood why when I went out at 9 o'clock, they often had to go home. When the car drove past them, the two people chatted and laughed. Their expressions were so clear and full of hopes of life compared to my sullen face. It may not be a few minutes, the first egg-filled cake will be bought by a young man who is rushing to work early. They are not only getting up early for their own survival, but also opening up every struggle in the city. The sleepy young man provides a little warm comfort.

I often receive such a letter, that is, I feel that I am not a Fortune 500 company, not a civil servant. I feel that my work is not worth mentioning, or even wasting my life, especially if my work is not At nine to five, I felt that I was particularly dissatisfied with the fact that I was not particularly advanced. I can understand this kind of thought and feeling, because when I graduated from college, I thought so. But as the experience of growing older increases, I begin to slowly examine my own ideas. For example, when they are on a night flight or at the airport in the middle of the night, those security personnel, those who check the documents at the customs, those who run around, I often secretly look at their eyes, what supports them to choose this way. A job that has no day and night? If it is me, can you explain patiently at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, why can't something be taken on board? For example, when I was shooting TVC in the winter, I had to go to the studio at 4 o'clock in the morning, and I woke up at 3:30. I wanted to resign, but when I arrived at the studio, the photographer’s wife wrapped her arms and handed it to me to give me warm soy milk. With the biscuits, the staff at the hotel venue was refreshingly glaring at my sluggish face and told me that everything was ready for me to rest assured. Slowly, I began to understand that those jobs that are not the same as me, those that need more time than me, are not humble, not low-key, they are as important as us, even sitting in the office like us. It’s even more important to blow the air conditioner and knock on the computer to get the job done. Don't think that your background looks a bit like a halo, think you are important in this world; don't think that you have more resources and more money than others, you can look down on this and not see it. No one in this world is better than anyone. I don't believe you try to go out in the morning without egg filling cake. In the middle of the night, no one cleans up at the airport toilet. Their work may be inconspicuous in your busy life, but it is because of their silence that they have made you a safe and comfortable life.

Every corner of the city is filled with people who are in a hurry; every second of the city is filled with people who work hard for life. They may be ironing their clothes in the dry cleaners and may be squatting in a corner of the MRT. They may be rushing to catch up with the plane and may be crying for something wrong. They are scattered everywhere in the city and are working quietly for their lives and future. On the road of struggle, everyone's soul and belief are equal, and behind every job is a heart that is working hard. They may be humble at the moment, very inconspicuous, and even smothered by others, but don't forget that thousands of you and my struggle have gone through here.