Poetry of University Student Village Officials

Village official/kloc-went to work in October and went to the villages and towns bravely. The nature of their work seems noble. In fact, their lives are extremely trivial. In order to make a living, they suffer hardships and work hard all day. They can't sleep at night. As soon as the leader called, he was in place and swept the floor on duty, which was miserable. All the labor laws and regulations were invalidated, and they secretly cried. They often have meetings with their asses in the air, and they dare not leave their posts for minutes. They have been hunched over and pretending to smile everywhere. The reception party is drunk, the leftovers are all in the stomach, the tasks on the table are not retired, and the work is serious and simple, and I am too busy to eat or sleep. Some people stamp their feet and beat their backs, and our generation is tired, physically and mentally haggard and omnipotent. Their salary is several times that of mine. Seeing that my classmates are all one-on-one, it is difficult for me to hang up my little sister, devote myself to rural youth and waste, and get married at both ends. The salary is too low and the treatment is wrong. When I work at ordinary times, I suffer hardships together and get a raise. Everything is expensive now. There is no travel fee for going home during the Chinese New Year. It is difficult for family members to meet on holidays, but it is still expensive to visit relatives and friends. I have to give up my family's career, live up to my elders and join the rural society. Who cares about my generation after work? Screaming at the sky is really bad for me. Now I'm exhausted, I have no status and status, and it's useless to do it well. The five ways out are precious, and the real implementation is in vain. I doubt whether the choice is right. When I think about it carefully, I really feel that our generation is really tired. It seems that the words are a little sharp. Every word is tears. In the vast sea of people, no one will know its taste until they are in it. It is foolish to comfort yourself. A piece of nonsense, a bitter tear, Dou Yun author crazy, who can understand the taste.