Anyway, this one didn’t meet the contract standard. I just wrote it according to my mood.
Many chapters before were written randomly, and maybe this is the shortcoming of this book.
It doesn’t feel cool and not three-dimensional enough.
Well, what the hell! I prefer not to write cool articles. Just do it as you see fit.
I've been having a bit of a rough time with my relationship lately. My heart is very restless. It seems that he is sick again. Very lethargic.
Where were you born, and what were you thinking about?
In the world, there is always a group of people who are born to be favored by heaven, and there are also a group of people who are born in the dust. These two groups of people are worlds apart.
The proud sons of that day were born in a family with great wealth and great power. They did not have to worry about life, and lived a life of fine clothing and food, without worrying about food and clothing. They are unwilling to fight hard, spend all day drinking and living, indulge in illusory and unrealistic fantasies, and immerse themselves in self-righteous vanity. But in that dust, there is another world.
They are unwilling to surrender, unwilling to be oppressed by life, and unwilling to be defeated by reality. They hope to use their own hands to create a world of their own. It’s not that they don’t want to enjoy it, they just understand the responsibilities they bear, the mission they have to undertake, that they are the backbone of the family, and that they cannot be useless or do nothing. Everything they do is for their family, their loved ones, and their responsibility.
In today's society, how many people still regard where they were born, what kind of parents they have, and what kind of family they have as their proud capital? How many people feel inferior and ashamed because of their birth? In today's society, how many people regard the material conditions given to them by their parents as capital to show off? How many people look down on those born in poor families because of the material conditions their parents gave them?
A few days ago, I read a report about a migrant worker. Because his family was poor, he knew from an early age that he had to rely on himself. He doesn’t want to rely on his parents, his brothers and sisters, and he doesn’t want to rely on anyone in society. He just wants to rely on himself. He doesn’t want to rely on others. He doesn’t want to be unable to hold his head up in front of others. He doesn’t want others to look down on him. . So, he studied hard, worked hard, made money, changed himself, and changed his destiny. Finally, he succeeded. He changed from an humble farmer to a big boss. He changed his destiny with his own hands. What does he rely on? It is your own efforts, your own hard work, your own hard work, your own hard work.
In this world, no one is nobler than anyone else, and no one is inferior to anyone else. Everyone is equal. It just depends on whether you have the ability, the perseverance, the courage to fight, and the determination to fight.
Why do I still feel so strangely uncomfortable? My heart is really delicate, and I want everything to go according to my own wishes. Desire to be loved by everyone. Try to let those close to you know your inner thoughts.
I still can’t write anything recently. I guess this book is just like an introduction, I will update it when I have time. I don’t know why I was more diligent before, maybe it was the obsession in my heart.
