Time slipped away little by little in the continuous overtime and shifts, and after more than two months of high-intensity work, the young companions in the workshop were already complaining.

After all, most of the people in the workshop are like me, just out of school, and many of them have not recovered from the care of their parents, so they came to Shenzhen with their dreams.

And this kind of life with endless shifts and unfinished goods every day is obviously impossible to be what they dreamed of. Many people left because they couldn't stand such endless overtime, and many people came in with infinite longing for life.

I have experienced the torment of not being able to find a job for a month, but I cherish the job in front of me very much. I seem to have had a great tolerance for physical pain since I was a child, but I have no resistance to mental pain.

In just two months, I have become an old employee. In line with the principle that I am a brick and where I need to move, the supervisor let me sit at every station in the workshop in two months.

After being familiar with every process in the workshop, the task of bringing new people naturally fell to me. Looking at the hustle and bustle of the workshop every day, I tried my best to remember everyone's name, and finally found that all my efforts were in vain.

People are constantly changing, and efficiency is naturally indescribable, which also makes the company fall into a vicious circle. The more people are constantly replaced, the lower the work efficiency, the lower the work efficiency, the longer the overtime time, and the longer the overtime time, the more difficult it is to retain people.

Looking at the leaders of all sizes whispering at the door of the workshop every day, and shaking their heads helplessly, we actually have a kind of schadenfreude in private, and the mood of fire on the other side.

It seems to have completely ignored that it is ourselves who are working overtime at this time. After all, the vast majority of people who can't endure this kind of torture overtime are gone, and those who can bear these pains are left in the end.

Looking at the familiar figures around me increasing little by little, and the efficiency improving little by little, every day both sides of the assembly line are like a race, you chase me and catch up with the heat. The overtime hours have finally begun to decrease, and even occasionally no overtime work is required to complete a day's production tasks.

The whispers of the leaders gradually decreased, their brows stretched out little by little, and they turned a blind eye to our troubles in the workshop.

They are all seventeen or eighteen years old, although they grew up in different backgrounds and have very different personalities. But now that they have come together, the breath of youth naturally emanates, and they go to work noisily every day, and walk the streets and alleys together after work.

Having just escaped from the supervision of our parents and teachers, we can finally breathe freely, and we begin to wander in the ocean of freedom and happiness. It is the age when love is beginning to open, and it is inevitable to try the taste of love, and the resigned attitude of the leaders in the workshop to the production discipline has become a hotbed for nourishing love.

All kinds of hazy feelings inevitably breeded, in addition to Chen Kun and Li Xiuying, a young couple who have developed to the point of starting to hold small hands, several couples have developed in the workshop one after another.

Looking at the little couples who are hiding by the flower beds and whispering under the big trees after work, it is inevitable that the colleagues passing by will make a prank and shout, or quietly approach and push them.

As more and more people came to Zhao after work, the atmosphere in the garden became a little warmer, and groups of three or five gathered together, chatting and playing.

In the crowd, the boys are like monkeys in a circus, constantly teasing and teasing, attracting the attention of the girls, and the girls respond enthusiastically to the exaggerated acting skills of the performers in front of them, just like the audience.

At this time, I was standing upstairs looking down at everything in the garden, and my vision suddenly distorted a little bit, and finally my eyes completely dispersed, and there was a trace of loneliness in my heart.

The intense bustle downstairs and the lonely shadow upstairs formed a strong gap, which made me feel a little trance, as if everything in front of me was not real. In such a bustling environment, I felt like a homeless homeless person.

The time I used to desperately escape is now the only energy I can draw on, and the kind of success that only requires a single thread of effort is gone. At a young age, I had to rely on memories to get rid of the sadness in my heart right now.

This was probably the most important lesson of my life, and I suddenly found myself as if I was lifting the veil of fate and revealing his true colors. We are born lonely, and we will face this chaotic world alone, naturally not to live between heaven and earth.

People stand in the world, but there is no place to return, the world is vast, but the heart wanders around. Thinking back to more than 1,000 years ago, Zhang Hengqu was independent of heaven and earth, and the world was everywhere he looked.

So he wrote down what the world has been reciting for nearly a thousand years: "Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations."

What kind of state of mind, what compassion, what courage.

In that remote mountain village full of mountains and valleys, full of peasant cooking smoke. I am constantly drawing knowledge from the words of these sages and sages to nourish my barren soul.

It's their whispers that keep me motivated and provide me with a steady stream of motivation to move forward. It is also because of their encouragement that I have the courage to choose a more bumpy road, choose a more different life, and choose a more tortuous way of growth.

When I was a child, I always observed and felt the world around me with timid eyes. As I grew older and lacked father's love for a long time, I had no choice but to conjure up a strong self in my heart to be my hero.

So my childhood was not lonely, I would always stand in the strong sunlight and release that powerful self against the sky. Let him wander in the eight wildernesses of Jiuzhou, let him kill the enemy, let him be someone else's hero, and protect every child like me who needs father's love but has been neglected for a long time.

With this powerful self-preservation, I began to feel different from the children out there, watching them roll around in front of their parents, and I even thought they were childish and ridiculous.

At a young age, I gave myself an adult perspective, and I used this weird perspective to observe the world I live in, and I always felt that there was a strong sense of superiority in my own heart.

Now that I think about it, that's probably my huge self-confidence made by my great ignorance. I've been curling up in my own little world and talking to myself, in what I think of as an adult, in a heroic way.

And when the strong self in the heart gradually takes shape, the externalized manifestation is to take a bath in the ventilated toilet on all sides in the bitterly cold and biting winter;

to rush home in the pouring rain;

to suppress your fears in the dark, sing the national anthem, walk through a cemetery, and buy wine for your father;

Keep going to school with a high fever of 39 degrees.

Because in my opinion, this is what a heroic self should be, this is what I should be.

Naturally, I am also a sensible child in the mouth of my parents, and a sensible child should naturally be treated as a sensible child. Sensible children naturally do not take their parents' hard-earned money to buy toys, and sensible children will not choose expensive clothes when they choose one of the two, even if they like it terribly.

It wasn't until I went out to work with my sister, who graduated from junior high school, that I suddenly realized that I was still a child, I was afraid of the dark, I also wanted toys, I also liked beautiful clothes, and I also wanted them to accompany me.

It's just that I've been sensible for so many years, and I've lost the ability to be ignorant at this time. Looking at their distant backs, the shelter I had built for myself seemed to crack a little in my heart, but I still chose to hold back the tears in my eyes.

Sensible, how many Chinese parents have a consistent education for their children in the eyes of many people, and how many rare characters in the eyes of outsiders. How many children use confusion, helplessness, and a pair of immature shoulders to support this huge lie.

Because they are sensible, they have to stay away from the protection of their parents and face the turbulent waves of life alone. Every time they stand at a crossroads and face a choice, they will hesitate, they will be afraid, they will be confused.

Because what they are about to face is an unknown future, an uncontrollable rolling forward of fate, and a turning back that time has blocked. When life gradually stabilized, and I had to start to re-examine myself and think about the future of my destiny, I realized how much I wished I was ignorant.

However, the giant wheel of fate has rumbled down, and I have no way to retreat standing at the crossroads of fate. I try to think about life in my own way, about the future, about the tomorrow that is coming and the future that cannot be touched.

I hope that I can be as strong as my other self in my heart, and I can overcome all adversity without being stupid. It's just a pity that this is not just wishful thinking, but also whimsical.

In the years when I was playing myself, I always thought selfishly that we lived in a linear one-dimensional world, as long as I went in one direction, climbed to a height.

One day, I will stand at the end of the line I want to go and climb to the top of my dreams. But when I really walked into this world and integrated into this world, I was surprised to find that everything was not what I imagined.

In this real world, hard work is often directionless, everyone is seeking their own integrity, no one will walk with me all the way, and I can't follow in anyone's footsteps.

The young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow, but he has not experienced the hardships of life, thinking that those hurdles that he once thought he couldn't get over have finally become a thing of the past in the face of time, and the present will eventually become history.

Living in the present, I have to rack my brains for the invisible and untouchable future, I try to search for even a little bit of my own merits, trying to add a small weight to myself on the scale of fate.

It's just a pity that in my pitiful life history, there doesn't seem to be any absolute advantage worth me for, and the only thing I can rely on is my passion.

The future is too far for me to foresee, although I try to think about the future, as far as the eye can see, I am at a loss. Those dreams that were once stupid and naïve to think that they could catch up with them with their legs have long been thrown into the abyss by reality.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt a chill in my back, ashamed of my former self-righteousness and my hasty decisions. I have also complained about the injustice of fate, and those who were once spurned by me, the class has now become an insurmountable chasm between me and my ideals.

Although the campus is a past that I can't go back to, it was the only shelter for my innocence and innocence.

The only way I can think of a way to fight fate at this time is to read, yes, I once thought that it was a stepping stone that prevented me from trying to erase the huge gap between myself and reality. At this time, it appeared in my mind like a life-saving straw, and I couldn't let go of anything.

Yes, what else can I do besides reading? The world is so vast that what I used to think was just what I thought was just me. I tried to see it as I could, but found that she had become so strange and incomprehensible to me, and the only way I could think of to understand him at the moment was to read a book.

Reading allows me to borrow the eyes of my predecessors and go through her 5,000 years of vicissitudes of civilization from ancient times, instead of relying on my short experience of more than ten years to try to understand and recognize her appearance.

Reading also allows me not to have to travel all the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas in this world, and naturally someone tells me that this world is close to mountains and far seas, and the longitude and latitude are vertical and horizontal. Reading also allows me to know the world's major events and the truth of the world without having to communicate with thousands of people.

Books are like a light at dawn, piercing through the endless darkness and coming to me, giving me light and strength. Let my lonely soul have some comfort, let my barren spirit be a little richer, let my bleak future have a little light, let my figure standing between heaven and earth have a trace of strength.

I thought, maybe I won't do it, I won't pass away in a hurry, I won't waste this life, and I won't get lost in this prosperous world. With strength in my heart, my blurry eyes gradually gathered light, and I raised my hand and rubbed the corners of my sour eyes.

The noisy noise that I felt just now sounded a little warm, and such a vibrant scene rendered a small green garden. I seemed to see a trace of verdant green blooming on the branches of the small trees, giving this winter day a different kind of life.