The May Day holiday, a whoosh is about to turn the page.
Is a holiday day still 24 hours? One minute, is it really 60 seconds? Is this time cut corners, or is it secretly edited by someone? These days, how do you feel that I just lay down and the sky is dawning. As soon as I close my eyes again, I will be declared bankrupt directly during the holidays, and I will be a working dog again tomorrow.
This May Day is really flowing away like water. On the other hand, the working day is also five days, why is it so long, and every day seems to be played in slow motion.
The holiday is coming to an end soon, how do you feel that today is so difficult! This mood is like falling directly from the clouds into Monday morning, and the good days are like limited edition products, which are sold out as soon as they are put on the shelves, leaving a sad place in vain.
Then again, what did I do in these five precious days?
Did you go through a battle, why did you get physically and mentally exhausted?
It seems that except for proving the potential of staying up late champions, no other achievements have been unlocked. Sleep probably played hide and seek with me, and my spirit at night was like chicken blood, and during the day I was sleepy like being sealed by the bed.
The incident of the Meida Expressway, the fall of 48 lives, made people panic, and also cast a shadow on this holiday. The world is impermanent, and people have to sigh that it is good to be alive and safe.
The fat cat eats 10 yuan of fast food every day, and stages the drama of being PUA every day, and people are in tears when they see it. Silly boy, that's an endless pit, why can't you have some eyes?
As for traveling, it's a test of courage and endurance. Either it is blocked on the highway or in the scenic area. The highway has become a "parking lot", and the scenic area is full of "everyone and everyone", and I feel as if I have participated in the world's largest human migration activity. It's just that the prize of this event is full of exhaustion.
Not to mention, the queue is doubtful about life, and the moment I finally eat, my taste buds are numb, and there is only one thought left in my mind: Why am I doing this?
Is it a fake May Day?
Now, looking back on these five days, I feel both vague and confused. It seems that a May Day has passed, and it seems that it has not been passed at all, and the good days are like the hourglass, which slides away from the fingertips in the blink of an eye.
When I think of tomorrow I have to devote myself to that never-ending work cycle, I can't help but feel a little dazed.
I couldn't grab a ticket when I got home, and the road was blocked. On the way back to work, the road was still congested. The road has been blocked, and the baby is bitter.
I feel like that's all for this life.
Alas, is this day destined to be so suffocating and desperate over and over again?
How long is the next vacation?
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