When Obama said: He had a dream, Americans seemed to see hope anew, and the world was immersed in the excitement.

But don't lose sight of the fact that Obama is just a man, an American man. Not God. It is said that God is playing Go with someone else right now.

On that day, the diving bird, like his colleagues, was extremely excited and fanatical, thinking that Obama was a human being no matter how he looked at it. Of course, there is no doubt that he went from a civilian to the presidency, and he is by no means an ordinary figure. Soon, however, the diving bird, like all Americans, fell into a state of lost dreams.

The loss of dreams comes not only from Obama's political narrow-mindedness and selfishness as an American, or from fooling everyone, but also from the mess of his own real life.

Three months ago, he lost his job. For him, unemployment is actually commonplace, but this unemployment makes him feel that he has lost his ideals. He had no idea what he was going to do. What to do?

He envied the ancients, who studied diligently and could obtain official positions and wealth through scientific examinations. If you can find a feasible path as long as you can read, then modern people are actually not bad at reading people with "their heads hanging over the beams and their cones piercing". If this is really a shortcut, he will do it even if he risks his life, at least for an important reason: he has a goal, an ideal, and a dream that he needs to work hard for every day.

In reality, he felt more and more confused. He thinks that the college days were really the most lively days in the world, there are classes every day, there are exams every semester, you should know what you should do 24 hours a day. Many of his classmates were afraid of graduating, so they finally decided to take the first-level examination. In fact, they don't think that a doctorate is very useful, but at least they can live like this for six or seven years, and they really can't, so they just study abroad. As for the future, no one knows what to do. So now there are more and more PhDs, and international students are everywhere. The reason why academic qualifications are not valuable is because who can't read in these years?

It's useless to just be able to read, can you sell the garbage piled up in the warehouse? Young people, that's entrepreneurship, you know? Entrepreneurship! With all your abilities, even if it's a trick or a trick, you can do it.

That night, he drank and looked through his bank account to see how long he would survive.

On that day, when the diving bird left the unit and went home, he was full of loneliness, as if he had discarded something very important, and walked listlessly on the road. When waiting for the subway, I changed my habit of listening to headphones, staring at the black tunnel wall outside the window, and the dazzling advertising boxes when entering the station. His mind was empty, a person got up from his side and got out of the car, he didn't pay attention for a while, until someone wanted to grab this position with him, he suddenly came over, thinking: This position, don't even think about it.

Sitting in the position, he quickly fell asleep, anyway, he had to sit to the end, once the person relaxed, the whole muscles and bones were soft, and the natural drowsiness came suddenly. He was almost in a dream, his head hanging from time to time, but he could still feel the person next to him constantly making him.

He wished he had a shoulder to lean on at this moment.

I bought it at night, and when I got home, I turned on the computer and changed all the logs on QQ, and I didn't write anything.

That day, for the first time, he drank alone. And the more you drink, the more stuffy it gets. The roommate next door came home late when he heard her open the door and the sound of her slippers entering the bathroom. Then there was the sound of a phone call with a loud voice.

The diving bird had to wear headphones so as not to make his already bad mood worse. In a state of confusion, he began to watch a movie that he had watched for a long time, and every time he watched this movie, he had to sleep, and today he hoped that this lengthy movie would bring him sleepiness, but until two o'clock in the morning, he was still awake, and his eyes were still shining.

That movie was called "The Longest Marriage". It is indeed the longest movie, a lame girl who goes through several twists and turns in search of her fiancé, who has lost his memory in the war and does not know her former lover. I can see the diving bird full of bitter water.

The diving bird couldn't help but think of butterflies, what would she be doing at the moment? Of course it won't be thinking about him.

Lying on the balcony for a while, looking at the flickering lights of the city in the distance, he felt lonely. This feeling has been felt in the past, but it is not as strong as it is today. He vividly remembers the heroism of his first day in the city. There was passion and fire in his chest.

With a university diploma in his arms and a mind full of soaring ideals, he is determined to make a big career in the city and realize many dreams. Although he has traveled thousands of miles and is far from his hometown, he has matured because since his college days, he has left home and left his mother. Now, with his plump feathers, it's time for him to fly high, and he no longer needs his mother at all.

He lives in a friend's house, former classmates, who have come to the magic capital before him, have a stable job, and have a girlfriend. That night, the three of them had dinner together, and they talked a lot about what happened in college, laughed, and drank two beers. Neither he nor his classmates are good at drinking, but how can they not drink when they meet each other?

Soon he found a place of his own, and he also found a job as a journalist for a magazine. He worked in this business when he was in college, and after graduating from college, he also worked in his hometown, worked as a reporter for a newspaper, and even went to the mountains to interview. He thought he could. But within three months he had left the magazine, and although the words were very tactful, he knew it in his heart.

Soon afterward, he joined the urban nomadic army, basically changing places with a shot, and rarely stayed in one place for more than a year, either because the company had closed down or because he was not up to the task. But he believes he can find a suitable job. It was a very difficult time, with little food and clothing, and at worst, he could barely pay the rent, so he had to change places and move to the suburbs, away from the city, because it would save a lot of money.

Even so, he was not discouraged, he still had a good time, tirelessly distributed his resume on the Internet, and in addition to that, downloaded the movies and watched them one after another. At that stage, his life clock was completely upside down, sleeping during the day and active at night. It wasn't until I found my next job that I got back to normal.

In this way, he also mixed up in the city, and when he returned home for the Spring Festival in the first year, he brought gifts to his mother and grandmother. But the next year he didn't go back because there was no money. He spent it with his classmates, and on the second day of the Lunar New Year, he also went to a friend's house in other places, eating, drinking, and having fun with each other, and at the end of the classmate, he drove him back to the magic capital, because this classmate happened to be going to the magic capital to do something.

He was very envious of his classmates, who were born wealthy, had a family business, and as soon as they graduated from college, they held important positions in the company. And he was born in a poor family, although his father had also participated in the revolution before, held important positions, but after demobilization, his health deteriorated, and he died of illness when he was very young, because he did not get along well with his mother, and as soon as he went to college, he ran away from home. After this walk, I found that there was no reason to go back. He just wanted to be able to survive in the city and take his time to make plans, which was his idea for the second year he was here.

Suddenly, one day, the chief editor of the magazine where he stayed first called him to work. It turned out that the chief editor had also left the magazine and was working at a new magazine and was recruiting. He readily agreed, because they had a good relationship and were fellow countrymen.

After four months at the magazine, he moved his family back from the suburbs to the city, because it was closer to work, but to save money, he shared a house with someone else.

In fact, saying that she is a girl is still a promotion of her, not only does she look rough, but her behavior is rougher, but fortunately, her advantage over the previous cohabitant is that she will not take a man home casually. The girl used to bring her boyfriend back* and chirp and scream all night, which made him feel distracted at night. Later, she changed her boyfriend so fast that he was scared, because he shared a bathroom, he was worried that he would infect AIDS, so one day he talked to her and asked her to find another place.

He posted on the Internet, and the cohabitant he found was the girl now. She was a year younger than him, and she was also from out of town, working for a Japanese company, and he never figured out what she did. He didn't plan to figure it out, because they lived together, not together, and everything about her had nothing to do with him at all, as long as she could pay the rent on time every month, and wouldn't take the man home for the night.

She did this because she didn't have a boyfriend at all, but there was another thing that gave him a headache: she was at home the whole time when he didn't exist. I come out in a sweatshirt in the summer, sometimes I don't even wear a bra, and I have a pair of shorts attached to my lower body, which is still very sexy. Every morning, he greeted him in the living room with an unkempt face, and after going to the toilet, he didn't even tie his clothes, so he pulled the door and came out.

The way she looked at him was not like a woman looking at a man, and there was no shame or embarrassment in her eyes. After a long time, he also became numb, because he didn't look at her like a man looking at a woman, and he didn't even have any desires and ideas. If she broke down the door and tried to do something wrong, he would have screamed and fled.

She disappeared for a while, and half a month later, she suddenly reappeared, saying that she had gone to Japan and had lost her digital camera there.

So far, it is a mystery why she went to Japan and who paid for her to go to Japan.

The place of work in the heart of the diving bird is changing, and whenever he wakes up from his sleep in the morning, he feels that his dream is so far away from him, like an off-orbit planet, drifting farther into space. Maybe the current work situation is not at all what he thought in college, with achievements, status, and the ability to realize his own value. Values become ambiguous, and even to some extent, daily work is tantamount to peeling away the outer shell layer by layer, gradually revealing that there is no value at all inside.