Huang Mao immediately corrected me and said, "Little sister, what do you know, if they don't leave, how can they make extra money!"

When I heard the word "extra money", I naturally thought of the intermediary, and I immediately felt a little unhappy, and then secretly congratulated myself that I could continue to come tomorrow.

Naturally, I have to take the factory bus back after work, not to mention that I haven't found the place to take the bus when I go to work.

A little surprised, Zhen Xiaoying was actually in the car. seemed a little lonely, and began to sympathize with her. Completely forget that there is something hateful about the poor.

In another position, I definitely can't show this face, so from this point alone, I still admire her.

When I got off the train at the station, I walked down the bridge and realized that the place where I got off was right above my head when I returned disappointed yesterday. If you want to do good things, you will inevitably grind.

It's really - there is nowhere to find it when you step on the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get there.

Yu Xiaomei's house.

December 30 Light rain

The drizzle and wet clothes are invisible, and the idle flowers are silent when they fall to the ground.

Time flies, like a white horse passing by. No matter how thick and emotional this complaint is, it will inevitably be pale and weak in the end.

Maybe the memories were originally this kind of constitution, or maybe it's not accurate to say that, as if they were still breathing.

It should be said that they have been harvested by the Grim Reaper, and they belonged to the Grim Reaper in the past, so I don't know if this new solution will have some support.

I suddenly thought of dimension, maybe consciousness is one-dimensional, tangible and non-real, but it creates this living world. But whose consciousness does everything come from?

It's been a week in the blink of an eye, and the rain doesn't seem to have stopped, and it's wet everywhere and smells musty.

The most annoying thing is that the clothes can't always dry, except for the work clothes. I don't know what kind of fabric it is, so tired of water, just like I hate it. But even if you are tired of it, you still have to wear it.

After lunch, my heart was in a mess, and I couldn't calm down. I think it may be because of the rainy day, and it just so happens that I am in the middle of a few days of the month when girls are always in a bad mood.

Look at the time, I'm about to go to the night shift again. Alas! Every time, I have to walk two or three miles to wait for the factory car, and I feel upset when I think about it.

What's even more annoying is the way they push me and squeeze and rush up the bus. I'm basically the last to get on the bus, so naturally I stop to the end.

And most of the time there was and I was the only one in the carriage, and they were like a group of spectators with tickets in their hands, chattering there and waiting to see me monkey play.

Although I have always boasted that I am not in harmony with the birds, every sound that my eardrum receives that is plausible to me makes my palms sweat and make me nervous.

It can really be said that the tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, standing is a kind of ethics, and being watched by onlookers is a kind of torment.

Xiaomei said that this was completely self-inflicted, although she refuted it excitedly, but this was not my long-awaited approval?

It's just that this kind of perseverance is swaying in the wind and rain, wandering on the edge of the bottom line, only a small step, and there are many people behind you pushing and embracing you, once you cross it, it will collapse and disappear.

It's a lot like the critical phenomenon of matter, and who's to say that spirit is not a material being?

Existence is reasonable, but what kind of rationality is it that breaks this rational existence?

I often say that if I am bitten by a dog, I will never bite back, but Xiaomei said that she will bite back like a wolf, not for anything else, just to be a good person.

Okay, let's write about it first, I'm going to be late if I continue to grind. They say that only people wait for the car, and the car never waits for people. These, and only when they are sitting, they say.

Before the night shift, at Xiaomei's house.

December 31 Cloudy

Don't have gloom and hatred, silence is better than sound at this time.

I didn't expect that there was a bug in the apple of last night's dinner, and when it comes to Buzhu and living, this worm is also a leader.

I don't want to be taken by me, for no reason, which makes it homeless. It's true that you should blame yourself, but then again, whose fault is it?

Who is to blame for my appetite, my psychological shadows? In the end, it was just a complaint: "Alas! The food in the cafeteria is really getting worse and worse. ”

When it comes to night shifts, it's hard to understand how you can be ecstatic when you first enter the factory. I'll be happy now, too—it's finally time to get off work.

There is a feeling of drunkenness - fluttering, dazed, especially when sitting in the car, the head is barely coming, and every now and then I will envy the one who stood to the end.

Along the way, just talking about the number of naps, it can definitely be called hearty.

After eating breakfast, after some washing, he collapsed on the bed and "died".

When I woke up again, it was pitch black, and it took me a while to remember where I was.

I really want to make tonight a rubber strip, which can be stretched as long as possible, but in fact, no matter how long it is, it won't help.

Because you can't perceive the length of time in your sleep, the only thing you know is that you have to go to work again after waking up.

I managed to barely read two chapters of "Dream of Red Mansions" today, and it has been pushed by me countless times over the past few months to tomorrow or next time.

It started because of shopping, or by himself, or with Xiaomei. Now it's because I can't get enough sleep.

The ancients said: If you are poor, you will think about change, change will be successful, and if you are general, you will reach. That being said, it's just that I'm at a loss and don't know where to start.

Xiaomei is open-minded, and often enlightens me to say: Contentment can always be happy.

I think if everybody were content and happy, the world would lose a lot of color.

Yu Xiaomei's house.

January 25 Sunny

In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu.

Thousands of households always replace the new peach with the old one.

Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, everywhere is empty, and people seem to be scared away by the Year Beast. Xiaomei was also scared back to her hometown and went to her parents to be bold.

I didn't want to go home, and besides, my father wrote back that I had only been out for a few months, and I didn't have a few days off, so why bother tossing back and forth, not to mention the troubles on the road, and it cost money.

My father's enthusiasm chilled my heart, and although poverty was the most conspicuous label, I knew that the money was just a cover for him, and all I had to do was pretend that I didn't know and send the money home.

It's rare to be confused, fighting for something to know and understand, but it is becoming clearer and clearer—my father should be able to breathe a sigh of relief, not because the money went home, but because I didn't come home.

There was a sudden noise outside the window, and I looked up to see the flowers blooming in the dark night.

They are colorful, different shapes, one disappears the other, competes for color, strives for their life, and dazzles for a while...... The word is remembered: magnificent!

It's strange that in the loneliness of this single copy, there will be the pleasure I want to sign.

This is something that Xiaomei, who is hiding in happiness at the moment and only cares about the reluctance in front of her, does not understand, but she is indeed my bosom friend.

Because she said: "This is where you call you." ”

There is still no news from my uncle, and I suddenly miss my mother!

Chinese New Year's Eve, at Xiaomei's House.