The road to life
Qin Liwei
Mr. Lu Xun once said that there is no road in the world, and the more people who walk, the more they become the road.
Yes, the road is made by people, and it is made by many people.
This year's Qingming Festival, I went back to my hometown in the countryside to visit the grave and worship my ancestors. What I saw and heard could not help but feel a lot of emotions. The first is the change of transportation, Dafan village to go to the four wild and eight directions to sweep the grave, rarely ride a motorcycle or electric car to go. Many of them arrived in small cars. I, on the other hand, was still riding the worn-out motorcycle. The sound of its groaning and crying uphill disturbed the nearby grave sweepers. At this time, I always felt embarrassed, and I didn't want to go.
"Oh, uncle, change the four wheels, don't ride two wheels!" A young man smiled and said to me.
"You don't know, Uncle wants more than you." I sighed softly and said.
It is true that it is true that the afterlife is "fearful", and I have never doubted it. This young man fell off the list after graduating from high school, he did not believe in fate, picked up baggage, and went south to Guangdong to work. This is ten years. He did not return during the New Year's Festival, which made many villagers worry about his safety. Only his parents know the child's situation, but they are not so concerned.
That year's Spring Festival, he suddenly returned home. Driving a small car, there was also a young beauty sitting in it. The people in the village talked about this a lot, some said that he had made a windfall and begged for his wife; some said that this boy could not have won the lottery jackpot, otherwise he would have come from where the fragrant car beauty came from... Under the endless speculation of people, the young man stretched out his palm full of thick cocoons, confidently and loudly said: "Look, my hands were made in the factory for ten years, and the wealth it created made me own a car and a lover..." He said, holding the girl's hand, and bowed to the people in both directions. The audience also burst into warm applause.
It turned out that this young man was active and hard working in the factory, always treating the factory as his home, and as a result, he touched the boss, and was appreciated, praised and praised by the boss, not only that, but even the boss's daughter was deeply moved and promised to marry him. With a sincere career, the young man has harvested the "golden doll", and also harvested love, you say that it is fearful?
Today, the young couple is engaged in industrial cooperatives in their hometown, and their careers are thriving. Both of their children went to elementary school, and the family was harmonious and the husband and wife loved each other. They said that after the epidemic is completely and completely eliminated, they will consider going to work and start a business.
Do you admire such a descendant? The road they live on is actually the way many young people live today.
For such a life path, I support, I praise, I applaud and welcome!
But what about the other way of life? You may have noticed, but I am absolutely reluctant and opposed.
Since last August, I have been working as a sanitation cleaner. There are also eight days of night shifts a month. Whenever I clean the road near the market with a bamboo broom in the middle of the night, I hear the sound of rubbing mahjong. I looked up and saw that the second floor of the house was still lit, and the sound of mahjong rubbing and someone talking was coming out of the half-closed window. This voice often disgusts me, but there is nothing I can do. I think there are people in this world who play mahjong all night without sleeping.
I even thought, if someone who plays mahjong uses the spirit of playing mahjong all night into study or work, how nice it would be! In this case, studying or working does not bear fruit, then it is strange!
In fact, don't hide from you, nowadays rubbing mahjong has really become a favorite of some people. Some people have nothing to do, every day to gather a few people to participate in rubbing mahjong, rubbing during the day, rubbing at night, all night, endless...
Seriously, although I don't know how to play mahjong, I am not the kind of "mahjong rage" that "scolds at first sight". But the fool thinks that everything has a degree, and being unrestrained is bad. If rubbing mahjong is only used as entertainment to relieve temporary drowsiness, it is not enough. But if there is no end, even Bo Lao's life is playing, playing wildly while affecting others' rest, it is extraordinary.
There are thousands of paths to life, but I always believe that the one that radiates infinite positive energy is the right choice for you. You say yes or no?
Poet Profile
Qin Liwei, a Zhuang ethnic group, is a native of Jinchengjiang District, Hechi City, Guangxi. He loves literature, loves to read books and write diligently. He has published essays or poems in newspapers and periodicals such as Guangxi Annual Report, Guangxi Workers Daily, Nanguo Morning Post, Hechi Daily, Hechi Literature, Contemporary Writers, Modern Writers Literature, Writers Online, Yuanguo Academy, Hechi Literary and Art Circle, Hongshuihe Literature and Art Online, Huanjiang Literary and Art Circle, Shenzhou Literature and Art, etc.
