Today is the sixteenth day of the first month, and the people who go out to work have almost gone. In the village, the streets are deserted. Migrant workers who have been busy for a year, after a short break during the Spring Festival, have to fight for the new year, farewell to their elderly parents, wives and children who are difficult to give up, the taste of this, self-evident. This era is an era of hard work, and it is also an era of the post-70s and post-80s who pay the most. In order to support the elderly parents and cultivate the future of the child, get up early and be greedy outside, desperately earn money, reluctant to eat, reluctant to wear, go home and force a smile. The heart of comparison, everyone has it. Car slaves, house slaves were pressed out of breath one by one. In this era, if you have no money, people look down on you, and if you have a good life, people hate you. I can say that this era is the era when migrant workers are most tired.