Street stall poetry

Before dawn, I went out to a small market. After I lifted the floor paper and unloaded the quilt from the car, my brother drove away and went to another place in a hurry.

Around, there are breakfast pork sellers and several pork stalls. Busy chopping meat, ready to meet people who come to buy meat.

There is also a breakfast shop, which also opens early and prepares all kinds of meals. Get ready for those who come for breakfast.

Some sanitation workers also started her day's work early.

And I, looking around, except me, except these people mentioned above, the rest are people who get up early and do morning exercises. Not far from it is a dump.

This picture is not very clear, because it is still not bright. Thinking that it was still early and few people left, I took a quilt to sell, put it on the frozen ground and built a bed.

Take the sky as the cover and the ground as the shop. Lying down, looking up at the gray sky before dawn, staring blankly.

Write here, not for a while, the day gradually lit up. I didn't sleep, but I stood up. I open the phone lock screen, slide the app on the screen, or open the one that has been with me.

Need to update, look at the improved functions after the update, although using traffic, but still firmly click update.

As always, come to the home page and habitually look at the theme of the home page scrolling. There was a recruitment for Time Review, as well as the benefits given to Jane's fans by the Hong Kong Poetry Festival. ...

I clicked on the recruitment page and read the recruitment requirements. I want to write an article and send a link message as soon as I see it. Only by passing the exam can I join this group. I quit at the thought of my own level.

I read an article entitled, Real tiredness comes from inner confusion. After reading the whole article, I feel inexplicably sad. I asked myself in my mind, is this life tired?

I didn't stay in the big city to look for a job. I chose to go back to a county town and set up a stall with my brother who was unlucky enough to owe a debt.

As if tired of big cities, everyone is very busy, even if they are crowded with buses every day, they are on their way to and from work. Even if you rent a roof of several square meters, you climb the stairs to go home every day.

When I experienced the frustration of being cheated and defrauding trust, I experienced unemployment, finding a job, being unemployed again, being displaced and being at a loss. I have experienced a person crying and confused at night, and I was particularly tired.

When you want to change hard, when you want to try everything but are frustrated repeatedly, when you are down and out, no one will give you care, no one really understands your situation and mood, and what ta people care about is the result they see.

Only family and family will give you a warm embrace, even if it can't help you. Although many things have happened and my parents have never complained, I still feel helpless and sad inside.

After graduation, it's a bumpy journey, from studying in a university in other provinces for four years to working for almost two years.

And family members, too, gather less and leave more. I'm back, I'm home, I'm with my family, and I'm at ease. Although I will still be worried because I have no money.

After eating the food at home, sometimes, I will take the initiative to cook it myself. I like cooking and thinking, and at least I can share housework for my aging parents.

I feel old and not young anymore. Suddenly I want to go back to the countryside, farm and spend the rest of my life. I am tired of being busy outside, gathering less and leaving more.

The real fatigue comes from inner confusion. I am always confused. Do you choose to go back to find a job or work, or choose to set up a stall to experience a life that is still sad and hard and no better than working?

After reading this article, everyone should know my choice. Because what I think is that even if I am still sad, hard and tired, even if I return to the countryside, there will always be a way out. See how you've changed.

Time is always cruel. I won't wait and stay. Living in this internet age, I feel that no matter where I am, there will always be a way out. After being confused, you need to choose a path, and you will always go to deuex and get what you want.

The real fatigue comes from inner confusion. Because I can't find my goal and direction. But more tired, I don't know what I should do and how to change.

Give yourself a reassuring word: don't be confused, don't be trapped in love, don't be afraid of the future, and don't miss the past. In order to make yourself less stressed and depressed.

Some people here may think that I am just escaping, that is, I don't want to make progress, I can't stand suffering, I just can't stand failure or something. I keep asking myself if it's true or not.

Some people attach great importance to money and think that having money means having everything. So some people do things against their conscience for money, and some people struggle for money for half their lives. To live, not to live! Some people say that the reality is cruel and you can't give me what I want.

After all, what is life for? At first, I changed my fate for reading. I didn't know until I came out of school that I still had to work for others. Later, in order to realize my dream, I realized that it was good to support myself after work, to get married and have children, and to buy a car and a house. ...

I guess the happiest and carefree life of many people should be in childhood. Because there was no burden at that time, and there was no need to think about it. I don't want to work hard, even if my grades are not good, or I am often scolded by my parents, I will play with a fake smile the next second.

But unlike many people, I felt pressure from an early age, and I knew from an early age that a young man who didn't work hard was sad. Until now, I have always wanted to change. I don't want to be a mediocre and meaningless living person.

Quote the title of the book Mr. Sloth, and all that is lost will be reunited with a better you. Although I wrote this article with a heavy heart, whose life is not bumpy!

Like this weather, she will be rainy and snowy, she will be wet and gloomy, she will be sunny, it is important to know what she wants, and I believe that one day she will come to her faithful wife.

Many things really need to be persisted. Like writing.

Because after being displaced from place to place, because after several setbacks, because after gathering less and leaving more, I chose to stay. It's not that I don't want to set up a stall, but I will be embarrassed and humiliated until I meet a turning point and opportunity. For all the losses, I will find myself better again!

With the sky as the cover and the ground as the shop, it suddenly dawned and there were more people. Suddenly I feel that I no longer care about other people's eyes, everything is gone, and finally I have saved my heart!