I laughed at them for not being able to afford a table, and they laughed at me for not being able to find a companion for eating!
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I swiped a video on the Internet of a group of young boys pooling money to eat 58 yuan of pot chicken.
I suddenly understood why I was always looked at strangely by others when I was a child. It turns out that the weirdo back then is his current self.
The 4 full cups of Coke, as well as their anxious mood of waiting for the food to be served and the shyness of being suddenly photographed. But it is the most enviable happiness of countless adults!
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When I was a kid, I played together in piles and piles, and the more I grew up, the fewer people we got together
At that time, although there was no money, but we never worried, because we had parents behind us, it was a big deal to go home, now, parents have to rely on you to support, children have to rely on you, families have to rely on you to support, you say you have no money, what's the use, go to death.
It is easy to be satisfied in childhood, but it is difficult to be satisfied, and it is easy to be satisfied in adulthood, but it is not to be satisfied.
At this point, we finally understand why there are always strangers watching when we play together as children.
Perhaps, the ancients also had the same regrets as we do. Let's take a look at how the ancients expressed regret:
If you want to buy osmanthus and carry wine, it is not the same as a teenager.
Then invite the east wind to catch the bright moon, and the spring is not allowed, and then turn back.
Revisiting the old childhood road, the snow did not stop, and the head was white.
The remnant willow is silent, the wild goose is not mistaken, the west wind turns, and the world is autumn.
Hesitantly raised his glass to the lonely shadow, before he spoke, tears were left first.
The soul of the crippled man is swimming under the lamp, and he will not regret it or say a word.
Let the wine and talk go with the wind, the old people leave, and the world is sad.
The bleak mountain moonlit night wants to sleep, looking for a dream, looking forward to looking back.
Lingling wanderers tend to break their bowels, people are not there, and they are all worried.
The old pavilion walks the old road, all are no more, it is difficult to seek.
So, happiness is not the same, but regret is the same, right?