From afar, you are the man standing at the crossroads of life. Everyone walked by, hurried and hurried, and did not seem to notice your resolute eyes, your stumbling posture, and the wrinkled bank passbook in your hand. In this dusty world, your goal seems so clear, like a star shining in the dark night sky.
The first rays of sunlight shine in front of your bed every morning, and the first thing you wake up to is those remnants of hope under your pillow, emitting a faint light in your heart. You used to have a warm home, with warm porridge food, incense lights, and solid shoulders. Now, however, all this has moved away from you as the years have passed, leaving only the cold night and lonely shadows. However, making money becomes the only feat you can do to hold your head up.
Like a traveler walking into the desert, you grit your teeth and silently bear the blazing sun and heavy burdens. Every time you look at each other in front of the mirror, you see yourself who is resolute and transparent, and you are the man who works hard for life. The burden on your shoulders is like that of a hungry wolf, whistling in the breeze and moving you forward. Even if you can't taste the porridge cooked in the morning, you are not afraid of the tribulations of life, because you know that making money is the only thing you can do to lift your head.
You used to shine like a meteor through the night, and now you are the gentle morning light, like the first rays of the morning sun rising at dawn. In this world of suspicion and temptation, you know that the human heart is higher than a mountain and elusive, but you also know that only through a job that competes with dignity can you earn the respect of others. With the pen you hold in your hand, you have played the most beautiful melody on the stage of life.
When the world is complicated and you weigh the pros and cons, you have long been Xi to meeting challenges with wisdom and courage. You tell yourself: there is no shame in doing anything, and nothing is ashamed to do. Even in the midst of the stormy years now, you still run forward with confidence. In this crowded and desolate noisy city, you are like a lotus flower that stands proudly in the midst of the sea of people.
You're a man, and making money is the only thing you can do to lift your head. Even if you don't have porridge cooked in the morning, no brightly lit home, and no shoulders to rely on, you still stick to your life post. Because you know that only struggle can achieve brilliance, and only hard work can reap dignity. And you are the man who is not afraid of the years and chases his dreams.