Since the liberalization of the two-child policy, society has become two factions, one faction insists on having an only child, resolutely no longer wants a second child, and even if it is accidentally conceived, it also chooses to give up. The other is responsive to national policy.
Chatting with friends, everyone will not feel that they talk about whether to have a second child, some say that it is too lonely to have a child. Is it good to raise most of them together? In the past, didn't my parents have several of them still raise well?
Some people say: Resolutely not to give birth, the parents' generation is very different from our current generation, the times and society have changed, we must consider economic strength, and even if we can afford it, who will bring it? It was still me who suffered. I don't have the happiness of others, my mother-in-law gives strength, my family gives strength, and I can easily mix in the workplace.
And I, thinking about it, is terrible, and if I want to be reborn, I will definitely have to go back to the yellow-faced woman who washed at home, walked around the baby, was busy, full of exhaustion, had no private time, and the whole body and mind were thrown on the child's twenty-four ready to call.
Just broke free from the shadow of giving birth to the boss, and finally dutifully raised the boss, and then jumped into another abyss to call the sky not to be happy. Thinking about it, she would make a decision with regret.
Yeah, how has the world ever been kind to women? If you want to live, you don't dare to raise it, and if you want to, you don't dare to stay. How many lives have been snuffed out alive under this deformed consciousness and rhythm of life?
Looking out the window at the lights, the traffic is busy, looking down over the city, there are still people fighting on the road after night, cars come and go, street lights illuminate the entire night sky, illuminating the road ahead for the person who rushed the road, she looked out the window at the cold and lonely night, asking herself whether there was a husband who was struggling outside in the traffic on that road?
This is a second-born mother, exhausted to help Dabao's homework, coaxed Erbao to sleep, and stood on the balcony for an inner monologue.
The whole society looks around, except for strong women, almost all women accompany their children at home and take care of their food and living. The husband tightens his nerves and strives hard to create a better living environment for his wife and children. It is still a family model within the male and female protagonists. How has society ever been kind to men who are struggling outside? They still tasted the hardships of the world, how many silent weeping figures, or in the car, or in the strange corner, or in the crowd of people who were speeding through. Who cares about his tears? His difficulty?
Cold and summer, there are always the first people on the streets in the early morning. The white-haired old man had swept away the garbage, the roadside vendors had set up their stalls, the steaming steam penetrated the still-through sky, driving away the cold distance, and the garbage truck had already remembered its characteristic melody on the road.
It was just dawn, and I was in a hurry, and I had already bought breakfast and got on my bike and rushed to work. Cars and buses shuttling back and forth wake up the road from silence again, and pedestrians on the sidewalk who lead children to hurry up the road... Everyone's face was written with vigor and busyness.
No matter how hard the days are, no matter how difficult your experience is, even if you are already a human being, you probably always have to go through those ninety-nine eighty-one difficulties to truly understand life!
You feel that you are more bitter than others, and others think you are very dashing. You think others are very lucky, but you don't know that behind this luck he has to pay many times more hardship than ordinary people to exchange for the rest of his happy life! He is not you, you are not him, and he does not understand each other's happiness and sorrow. And all you have to do is work hard, work hard, work harder, and know that the harder you work, the luckier you get!
How has the world ever been merciful to everyone? Never! So come on!