Five years passed in the blink of an eye, and in the blink of an eye, five years were gone. A person was the sum of all the relationships around them, pushed forward by those who loved him, and walking onward for the people he loved. When everyone close to you hoped you would become a mature middle-aged person, in that instant, we became mature too.
From the great rural expanse across the ocean to the imperial capital ten thousand miles away in the old country, this author had long grown used to drifting. What he had never grown used to was opening his eyes, looking in the mirror, and seeing student clothes turned into a suit, a smile turned into solemnity. From a favored child of heaven as a student to a dumpling in the pot as a working stiff, a very short time was enough to change a person a great deal. It was like a flying soul shedding its feathers, standing like a golden rooster on one leg on a shared bicycle, rushing toward the same workstation day after day. And he would also imagine that amid the lights of the skyscrapers, there would be a far-off future, a little home and a lover that belonged to him.
The rhythm of time sped up the instant the plane landed, and overnight it was autumn. Children, time's up! In the blink of an eye, even the cat had become a working stiff. A worker's body, a worker's soul, off to work for the sake of living. After work, then typing chapters; only for a moment was there simple joy~~
Writing was something that made people happy, and this author would keep writing. It was just that the competition was terribly intense, so work had to come first, and