Saving time is always after wasting time, and hurting money is always after squandering. Actually, we were just a little bit short of satisfying ourselves. However, this point always seems to be out of reach.

The power of the water drop stone is huge, but it is difficult for us to persevere. Our teachers once encouraged us to memorize 5 words a day, and we can make up 1800 words in a year, and a total of 5400 words in three years of high school is enough. We are so excited. In fact, excluding those simple high-frequency words, the stock of new words is far less than that. We regret not that we did not do the 5 words every day, in fact, we never take the 5 words of the day to heart, without any guilt and even feel relaxed and comfortable, our regret is the year-end summary, after finding a huge vacancy after the loss.

I began to live a wandering life on a national business trip, in order to catch the bus had to get up early to take the bus station to catch the bus, and calculated whether this time to start to arrive at the station in advance, there is a small square next to the bus stop, the elderly play music, slowly and joyfully stretch their arms and waists with the rhythm of the music, I thought: the good time is used to dance the square dance day after day, what a waste. But my friends really said early on that the comfortable time after retirement is based on how many years of hard work, and it is enough to save money with a pension, and it is not too much to have a rare leisure to drink tea and dance. However, I feel sad and even tragic, and only old age can enjoy "carefree". After a busy day back to the hotel or home, I like to nest on the sofa, open games or videos, or browse the entertainment gossip that has no new ideas or even boring and boring, the time is eleven or twelve o'clock, I stay up late with a vengeance, squandering the little time I have in my spare time, but before I have to go to sleep, I suddenly feel empty and confused, and I feel sorry for the good time of these few hours, which is useless to do other meaningful things. Falling asleep, waking up sleepy, another busy day, and the night continues that vicious cycle of comfort but always self-reproach.

I have long understood the truth of the water drop stone wearing, and the story of the rope sawing wood is not any novel, and the perseverance of the gold and stone can be carved and I am also familiar with the rolling melons on my back. I understand so many truths, but I can't live this life! It's not even good to have this day!! Because of the desire and hope that I ignited, I fell into self-blame and guilt every day, and my hard work in exchange for a meager income, I was still 108,000 miles away from poverty (or even farther), and I was doing simple and technical things day after day, and it was suffocating and desperate to get rid of mediocrity. Entertainment news is less coke, and my own hopeless life is even more coke.

I walked more roads, watched more people, and saw more things, only to find that everyone was not living very well, and everyone was working hard but had to play an inconspicuous role (there are no shining celebrities around me, and even if there is, they are general friends and can't enter each other's circle). Everyone is powerless to make a big leap forward in an orderly life, the accumulation of qualitative changes in the total amount of needs, despair and complaints often come from the illusion of quick success and quick success, and from the annoyance and anger that sit back and enjoy the success.

Happy or unhappy. With a little bit of care, I found that life goes on every day. Every day is slightly different because of my own expectations, my own reflection, and my own meditation. I want to dedicate myself to writing, and my ultimate goal is to make my hobby provide for my life so that I can concentrate on writing every day. Before I got there, I had to settle down and travel all over the country to earn a salary to support my family. There is no despair or frustration at all, just like a big tree has to go through a period of deep burial in the soil, and it always has to sprout first and start by breaking through the soil. What I want to do now is very simple, that is, cherish my spare time, and should not be unrestrained in my leisure time, read books every day, think more, write more, and be able to depict my thoughts more accurately and transform them into words.

If I write a word seriously every day, then I will be one step closer to being able to write a good hand, and every day I will be able to express my feelings freely in the future. I still don't know which comes first, the future or the accident, and it is better to act positively and meaningfully than to feel sorry for yourself. I want to cherish time even more, starting from cherishing these trivial and mediocre moments and seconds.