Every working day is like a long torture, and the steamed buns in the early morning have long become my breakfast routine. In the company, the microwave oven has become my tool to combat exhaustion, and the leftovers from last night are blanched in it, which is simply a noon meal.
The reprimand of the leader became the beginning of my daily work, because of a small mistake, I was forced to write a review report, and I was under invisible psychological pressure. Verify the information, but can only silently take on the leadership dissatisfaction, because my work seems to be respected by no one, just a task that is taken for granted.
After work, the journey home becomes a long trek. Subway, bus, walking, through the hustle and bustle of the city, I feel like a lonely dust, drifting in the crowded city.
When I get home in the evening, every step of the stairs seems to remind me of the poignancy of the city. The contrast between the dark room, the simple living facilities and the empty space made me feel even more helpless and lonely.
The landlord asked for a key to be handed over, and every time the person who checked the rental situation appeared, it was like a review of my life. This arrangement made me feel like a prisoner in bondage, and my life was in the hands of others, and I had to obey.
I try my best to create a little warmth in the humble kitchen. A lettuce and a bowl of rice became all for dinner. I tried to infuse this faint light into the life of this family.
When my husband came home, we were in the cold room, and we each made up half a bowl of rice and a little boiled lettuce, which was simple and monotonous. This simple dinner has become our daily routine. And every time I eat this humble meal, I can't help but fall into deep thought, and tears may be the catharsis of this long and tiring life.
During these long years, the weight of life made me feel heavy and exhausted. The stress of work and the hardships of life seem to be torturing my body and mind every day. However, on this long journey, I have found that even a small light can become the hope of life.
A portrayal of struggling to survive in the city. Although life is a nest, the inner persistence is unshakable. Although the years are long, they still move forward with a glimmer of light.
After work, I stood in a crowded subway, and the carriages were crowded with city people rushing around. The carriages swaying from side to side conveyed the tiredness of the day, and I could only stand in the crowd, each stop pulling my thoughts.
Transferring to Line 4, the air in the carriage became more and more crowded, and I looked at the buildings rushing by outside the window, and my heart swelled with confusion about the future. This city is the stage of our dreams, but it is also the stage of our lives.
Out of the subway station, I walked to the bus stop. There was a lot of people on the platform, everyone had their own story, and I was just a passer-by in the city.
The bus approached slowly, the crowd poured in, and the carriage was once again full of people. I stood in a crowded space, my body shaking, and each stop meant a step closer to home, but it was also a continuation of exhaustion.
In the car, I watched out the window as night fell, the neon lights flashed brightly, and the bustle and indifference of the city were particularly vivid at this moment.
When the bus finally arrived in the urban village where I lived, I got off the bus and strolled through the familiar alleys. The night in the urban village is quiet and vicissitudes, and the streetlights illuminate the narrow laneways in a dim light.
I walked for more than ten minutes and got downstairs. The stairwell smells of old age, and every step of the staircase records the traces of time. I silently climbed up to the 9th floor, each step looking heavy and lonely.
When I opened the door, it was dark in the room. I quickly turned on the light, and the dim light reflected the small space. The layout of the room is simple, and every piece of furniture seems to tell the vicissitudes of time.
Check every nook and cranny of the room to make sure everything is in order. The spare key that the landlord asked for hung over me like a burden. Every time I go home, there is an invisible anxiety, and life seems to be under control.
I sat down on a simple stool and realized that there was only one lettuce left on the counter. I don't have the strength to buy ingredients for dinner. I had to wash a bowl of rice, put it in the rice cooker, and start cooking this ordinary dinner.
Lettuce became all my ingredients for the evening. Use a knife to peel off the outer skin of the lettuce, carefully cut the leaves small, cut the lettuce into slices, and then recut into shreds. A few garlic peeled and chopped, and simple boiled lettuce was stir-fried in an iron pot.
The long journey home is a reality I have to face every day. Subway, bus, walking, shuttling through the high-rise buildings of the city, every step is heavy and lonely. Back in the urban village, I climbed the stairs that I had not seen for a long time, and the simplicity and darkness of the room made me feel tired and helpless.
In this small room, I worked hard for dinner with meager ingredients. Lettuce became my all for the evening, simple and unpretentious. This kind of life, like the portrayal of every urban worker, tired and helpless, but persevering in the faint light. Although the years are long and the road is long, life still goes on at this moment.
A simple boiled lettuce is placed on the table, and a faint fragrance spreads. When the husband returned late, the two of them sat in the cold room, each holding the dishes and chopsticks. Such a dinner, with a clear soup and little water, only a little lettuce fragrance, has become a symbol of our daily perseverance.
As I ate, I suddenly felt a heaviness in my heart, and tears welled up in my eyes. This humble dinner seemed to reflect the deep exhaustion in my heart, and the precipitation of the years and the pressure of life came to my heart together.
I have struggled in the city of Shenzhen for more than 20 years, with no real estate, no vehicles, and my monthly salary is just to fill my stomach. The scolding of the leader followed, and behind every report was my struggle for a living. On the way home, looking at the humble dining table and the vicissitudes of life, I couldn't help but reflect on the meaning of all this.
In such a city, I lived as a joke. Unable to have a place to live, going home every night is a direct face to loneliness. It was in this helplessness and spiritual exhaustion that I realized more deeply the hardships of life.
The combination of humble dinner and exhaustion of the soul became the norm when I came home late at night. The hustle and bustle of this city seemed like an insurmountable dream to me. On cold nights, I wandered around the city, and the stress of life left me almost breathless.
This may be a portrayal of an ordinary person struggling to survive in the city of Shenzhen. The years have carved deep wrinkles on my face, and the heavy life has worn out my soul. But perhaps it was in this exhaustion that I found inner perseverance. The humble dinner was uneventful, but it carried my hope for life. Although the years have passed, I may have lived as a joke, but my inner perseverance and hope for the future are the strength that I persist in this city. **Part 3 Continued: Life in the Nest, Unyielding Spirit**
In this seemingly wretched life, I found an indomitable spirit. Although the humble dinner every day is hard, it is my perseverance in life. No matter how the years pass, no matter how indifferent the hustle and bustle of the city is, I am in this small room, in my own way, to welcome every new day.
The city of Shenzhen, for ordinary workers like me, may not give much glory. Without a house of their own, without a high salary allowance, life seems to be shrouded in a nest situation. However, behind this nest, there is a heart that is unwilling to be mediocre.
Every time I go home, although the room is simple, although the dinner is simple, I silently tell myself that this is just a process of life, not the end. Life may be a mess, but my spirit has always remained unyielding.
In the struggle of this city, I may not have achieved too many external achievements, but I have an inner determination. The scolding of the leader and the pressure of life have become a hurdle on the road of my struggle. Every day, I show life with my actions that I may have a bag, but I will not give in.
Maybe I'm living a joke, but behind the joke is my unique interpretation of life. I may not be a shining star in this city, but I am a part of the silent struggle in this city. The years have passed, but I have always maintained my confidence in the future, because I know that although the journey of life is long, the indomitable spirit is the driving force to move forward.
In this life of, I have found a precious and unyielding spirit. A humble dinner and a stressful job couldn't break my persistence. Shenzhen may not have given me much material rewards, but I found a unique understanding of life here.
The years have left traces, and life may be a nest, but I choose to meet every day with an indomitable spirit. The joke may have become an evaluation of me by the outside world, but behind the joke is my unique insistence on life. No matter what the future holds, I will continue to move forward with unyielding faith, because this is what I am doing in this city.
This unyielding story gradually spread on the Internet, attracting the attention and discussion of some netizens. Some people felt sympathy because of the various encounters in the story, and left messages to express their concern for the author.
"After reading this story, I deeply feel that life is not easy, and some people may not be able to understand such struggles, but this does not prevent us from respecting the author. Everyone is working hard in their own way, even if life gives only a bowl of light boiled lettuce. ”
"This story reminds me of my own struggles, and I have had all kinds of pressures and struggles. But life is like this, we can't choose where to start, but we can choose the direction of struggle. I hope that the author can persevere, and there will be more warmth and hope on the road ahead. ”
There are also some netizens who have questioned this story. Someone said, "Why not try to change the status quo? There may be some things to face, but you can't always choose to stay in an environment that seems to be constraining you." Perhaps in the face of courage, the dilemma is not insurmountable. ”
This unyielding story has sparked deep thinking and resonance on the Internet, and everyone has found some insights of their own. It also reflects the different attitudes towards life in society, whether it is sympathy, exhortation, or questioning, which are part of the multidimensional discussion that the story provokes. Perhaps it is in such exchanges that people are able to better understand and respect each other's life choices.