Text: Liu Shuliang **Liu Shuliang Channel
When this voice shook me, it was in the waiting hall of the hospital. The hall was filled with sick people from all over the world who were sick or thought to be sick. I walked into this bustling environment, and felt that I was really a very sick patient, and that his condition had obviously worsened, and that he seemed to have a sickly look on everyone's face. Just begged the doctor to stare at him and said, what kind of mess, don't bother me if it's okay.
The one who sang was not too young, he was standing on the stage on the screen and shouting, I didn't hear what he was yelling, but there was a lyric that grabbed my heart at once: I'm tired, hug myself for a while. This is sung to all those who are still working hard, and it is also sung to himself.
I often say to my friends, you look at these brightly dressed people, who does not have a sad story behind them that they are unwilling to tell to others, whether they are successful or unsuccessful, no one wants to let outsiders into their real life, and there will always be some things that are easy to cause damage to the image.
I have a friend who is now worth more than 10 million, and he goes out in a very aristocratic outfit, a luxury car, a secretary, and a brand-name outfit. After a drink, he opened his heart to me.
He said that when he first arrived in the city, he spent three years crammed into a 10-square-meter shack with eight co-workers, and then he had the opportunity to dig the first pot of gold, and he thought that the sun was shining in the world every day. When he became pauper again, he didn't even have money to eat.
After the Chinese New Year, the foreign debt to be returned was only a fraction, and he only had 38 yuan left after sending the money in his pocket to his mother, and he begged the original site foreman to leave him to guard the materials.
On this Chinese New Year's Eve, the entire city was full of flashing firecrackers, and he was guarding the fire in the cold shed, roasting his chest and back. He wanted to cry, but he didn't have the right to cry, so he chose to be strong. 38 yuan, in addition to buying rice, even the money to buy Xianlai is not enough. He hugged himself or not, I didn't ask him. But he must have consoled himself: you will be fine, the bread will be fine, the milk will be there.
Embracing oneself is the encouragement of a person who has not yet succeeded in oneself, of course, that self is invisible, and it is one's own determination and belief. Only a person who does not submit to reality will find a breakthrough in any predicament and complete himself.
There's nothing to be sorry about, we've all had the experience of hugging ourselves for a while.
The author is a member of the Chinese Writers Association and a well-known reportage writer).