Nowadays, the word "migrant workers" is frequently mentioned and even hot searched. The root cause is not because the rich are moaning and pretending. What a rich fart What a shock! So, what followed was all kinds of hype about beating workers. All kinds of wonderful topics about work. These hype, these topics. Just want to rub the traffic of working, rub the traffic of rich people.
This is the world today, this unworthy society. Everything is upside down. Some people take the titles of the rich, the rich and even migrant workers, and the titles of the poor will also be taken away.
What is more disappointing than this is that there are still many water troops cheering for it. This also makes us understand that the original work is correct, and some people in the world really write close-ups of so-called house birds for the rich.
In view of this, today I want to write some poems for our migrant workers to talk about their ups and downs.
Every one of us, every migrant worker, has a dream and has the right to fight for it. But the reality is cruel-most of us are frustrated in reality. The reason is that some so-called big V always say, Ah, you don't work hard enough, you have no talent. It's all nonsense. If you really only rely on study, you can only succeed if you work hard. Then there is no frustration of the scholar, and the scholar is down and out. Because it is not only the individual who decides a person's success, but also the environment, that is, reality. A very simple example, if you can really succeed only by hard work and personal study, then why are there still many people who have not succeeded so far? Why in society, most people are ordinary and there are few outstanding people. The reason is that most of us have worked hard enough. But after all, I can't get rid of the thigh of the environment and the bondage of reality. This is objective and independent of human will. Therefore, it is not so much that dreams are destroyed by themselves as that dreams are submerged by reality. So, I am here to write a poem for you and me to express our helplessness.
In childhood
I have the same interest as my dream.
When I grow up
Your reality is very different from yours.
but
Who can predict?
When you and I swim proudly in our dreams,
Dreams are submerged in reality.
So,
Everything is just life!
Mr. Lonely Cloud
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20201Feb 17
It stands to reason that it is sad enough that our dreams have turned into yellow sand in reality. But obviously, we can all feel it. What is more sad and frustrating than this is the indifference and indifference between people. No one can understand us, we always feel lonely, and we will always be lonely. I really don't know whether we escaped from others or whether others isolated us. Especially the people we love and our loved ones. As the saying goes:
A man who doesn't know where he is.
An indescribable night
A woman who doesn't know what she means.
A confused hug
Irrefutable reasons.
He is carrying an umbrella.
A person's heart is crying
A group of people have smiles on their faces.
They laughed at him for not taking an umbrella when it rained.
Mr. Lonely Cloud
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20201Feb 17
However, despite this, people have to live and pursue happiness after all. Even if life is no longer satisfactory. Our goal is still there. Otherwise, what should I do if I lose my goal and direction in my already painful life? Because in the final analysis, what is more annoying and frightening than the hardships of life is the boredom of life. So no matter what, people must have a certain goal, even if it takes 500 years to achieve this goal!
Climb such a high place when you have nothing to do.
Heaven and earth meet, and I am alone.
In the bleak cold wind, in the evening glow.
Time flies, a drop in the ocean.
Even if it is not satisfactory, it will take 500 years.
Mr. Lonely Cloud
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20201Feb 17