The joy of the Spring Festival is my torment and struggle

Mondo Social Updated on 2024-02-23

The day of welcoming the God of Wealth on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year has passed, and everyone's inner expectations are different. I also ended the torment and struggle of the Spring Festival and embarked on the sad road back to the city. In the past 40 years, I have rarely had the opportunity to go back to my hometown for the Spring Festival, and only I understand the taste of parting every time. All this stems from the fear and uneasiness in my heart, I am alone, I do nothing, and my old parents at home can't tolerate me, and I myself know that after the incense is broken, it is my greatest unfilial piety.

Looking back on the tricks of fate and the grace of youth, I graduated from the Department of Philosophy of Xiamen University and was assigned to work in a survey company in Beijing. However, fate began to play tricks on me, and one accident after another, setbacks, and failures followed. As a top student in the Department of Philosophy, I could only get a position as an office clerk. As the years passed, I realized that my abilities did not match the needs of the position, and I soon went from being a main writer to a collaborator, and finally being marginalized to the point where I had nothing to do. Life gave me warnings again and again, and made me deeply understand the crisis of survival, so I began to look around for opportunities to ......

The fittest survive, the unfit leave After setbacks again and again, I began to feel the helplessness and sadness of survival. Looking for opportunities, I longed for love, but found that love was always ethereal to me. I went on a blind date a few times, but I couldn't continue because my job was unstable because I didn't have enough money and stopped. The cruelty of life has left me in despair, longing for a woman who can marry me, only to find that it is an insurmountable problem.

The reincarnation of fate, the ups and downs of life, the wave of reform and opening up, I also became a laid-off member and was transferred to the personnel department to wait for the post. However, I chose to go to the sea and joined the industry of the fallen master. On the train between Beijing and Moscow, I wholesaled Yiwu small commodities from China to Russia, exchanged them for rubles and brought back the tobacco and alcohol needed in China. My life started to change and I saved some of my savings. However, the good fortune did not last long, the state strengthened the management of foreign currency, private transactions were cracked down, and my career as a rebellious father ended three years later.

The dawn of love, but it was a ** At this time, a woman came into my life. Happiness comes so quickly, but it also disappears in an instant. Half a year after we lived together, she disappeared and took all my savings with her. I was willingly ready to spend the rest of my life with her, only to find out that all her information was fake and that she was just a **. I fell into despair again, physically and mentally exhausted, and I couldn't afford to get sick, and I spent my forty-fifth birthday in the hospital. The relationship with the woman was completely broken, and I began to feel trembling and fear inside.

The turning point of fate and the new starting point of life were when I became the first to be the leader of the unit, and the unit leader gave me a new opportunity to work in a laboratory. I felt like I had a new lease on life, but my good old days made me a lonely old bachelor. My parents' love has turned into hatred for me, and I have become the last of my family, and I never have the face to return to my hometown. The longing of youth and the yearning for love have never stopped, but the cruelty of reality has put me in a difficult situation.

The passage of time, the emotional nostalgia, and the Spring Festival every year are a time of torment and struggle for me, and the leftover men and women in the big city have been interpreting such sadness. The passage of youth leaves only the nicks in the heart. Maybe I'm not the only one with such leftover men, and we leftover men and women are destined to be the city's troubles. Our unit is located in Beijing's West Second Ring Road, which was built in the early 50s, and it is a tenacious old unit, but it has given me such a youth and future dilemma.

In the blink of an eye, the day of welcoming the God of Wealth on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year has passed, and the hope in everyone's heart is different. I ended the torment and struggle of the Spring Festival and embarked on the sad road back to the city. In the past 40 years, I have rarely had the opportunity to go back to my hometown for the Spring Festival, and only I understand the taste of parting every time. All this stems from the fear and uneasiness in my heart, I am alone, I do nothing, and my old parents at home can't tolerate me, and I myself know that after the incense is broken, it is my greatest unfilial piety.

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