Just saw this sentence in the book: a person's life is worth 100 yuan, not a two-dollar flower, but a twenty-twenty flower, some people, a lifetime can not earn 100 yuan, a little better to live to seventy or eighty, a little worse fifty or sixty. There are also some people who do not pay attention to their own health, or kill people and set fires, and may only reach thirty or forty, and their lives will be over.
I think it is very empathetic, now children can go into the juvenile detention center at every turn, and fighting is a common thing. If he is not properly guided, and if he grows up a little more in the future and makes some irreparable mistakes, then his life will end here. I don't know whether there are too many food additives now, or the lack of parental education, or the child's tolerance is too poor, it seems that when we were young, this kind of thing rarely happened.
When I was a teenager, I only envied those in their 20s because they could make their own money, they could control their time, they could buy whatever they wanted. I remember one summer vacation, I told my aunt, auntie, I don't want to study, I want to go out with you to work. This way I can earn my own money to spend. My aunt asked me, why do you want money now? Clothes parents buy for you, there is living expenses for school, your task now is to study well, in the future you can not have to work as hard as me, to earn those hard money.
At that time, I didn't understand anything at all, and I always felt that when they went to big cities, they didn't have to work as hard as their parents to make a lot of money. It wasn't until later, when I went out to work, that I learned that there were also 369 grades in the work, and some people were doing the same job, but the salary might be several times or even dozens of times that of others. Some people work hard for more than ten hours, and may not earn as much as others work for an hour or two.
A bit off-topic, hahahahaha...
When I was in my 20s, I learned that freedom comes at a price, that hard work may not be well rewarded, and that adults have so many troubles.
Now I'm 32 years old, and I'm 40 years old in eight years. Time flies so fast, the little madman who used to run around the countryside is now a mature, stable and sad adult.
I don't know what the future holds, I just hope I don't waste the rest of my time. Live with your own heart, be full of beauty, and live comfortably. If I can get a hundred dollar bill, I think I will be very happy, and if I can't, I don't think I will regret it. At least, every step of my life is my own step by step.
