I have to admit the new label of the post-90s: Wanderer If wandering is your talent, you can't go back to your hometown and find a place you can't see

Once upon a time, there was a story of a caterpillar and a dandelion, and the generation that listened to the story thought that they would eventually become butterflies.

<h1 class="pgc-h-decimal" data-index="01" > if wandering is your talent</h1>

Perhaps in the 1980s, "wandering" was a very sensual and romantic word, it was a cinnabar mole in Wenqing's heart, but now "wandering" somehow can only make people think of dying to face the guilt, and even about equal to a beggar. It's not a good word, it's not a word you want to use to describe yourself.

However, now so many people who can't go back to their hometown and can't find a place to go home are not wandering?

Those young people who pretend to live in the north, Guangzhou, and Shenzhen, use countless predecessors to motivate themselves to stay, and look up to the unattainable housing prices, the so-called hard-working young people, are not another kind of wandering?

<h1 class="pgc-h-decimal" data-index="02" > hometown that you can't go back to</h1>

Hometown seems to be in the dream of a summer nap a long time ago, all the reflections stay in the childish and youthful beauty of the student era, wake up with endless memories, poverty or disputes are selectively forgotten, and the most nostalgic is those successful moments of great presence, the sweetness of repeated reminiscences. It was the "moment of being in focus" that they had not received for a long time.

But all this is just a dream reminiscent of the crowded subway, a dream brewed with loneliness in the quiet of the night. This dream was shattered during the Spring Festival when I returned home at the end of the year, or the rare National Day holiday. When relatives and friends ask when to get married, when classmates talk about buying a house and buying a car to get married, when your father and mother want to stop talking, when you don't even dare to invite your parents to have time to see you.

The slow pace of their hometown overwhelmed them. There are no werewolves to kill here, no board games, mahjong will be passed down from generation to generation. There are no light luxury stores for window shopping, but there are unknown brands that compare prices to major luxury brands. The old friends here have gradually grown into the appearance of their fathers. Time is changing here, but the times seem to have left no mark.

Old friends played mahjong while chatting happily about the latest municipal gossip. They listened carefully to the chat content of their old friends, but the more they listened, the less interested they became. Old friends occasionally take care of a topic, they are ready to talk about the Internet economy, public relations marketing strategies, gossip hot search routines, the whole scene is quiet, and then do not know who it is, said a good high-level, do not understand.

That's hometown, where you don't have to navigate to know how to go, where you don't need to comment to know which store tastes the best, where you always meet smiling and enthusiastic old classmates and relatives and friends. However, the heart is still filled with a familiar strangeness.

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There are a large number of jobs and satisfactory salaries in the north, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Shenzhen to welcome groups of young people. You can work here, you can live here, but you can't live here. The monthly deduction of five social insurance and one gold is like a joke, because it is impossible to get the hukou to enjoy the retirement and old-age benefits of the city, and the high house price makes the housing provident fund a contribution to the landlord. Expensive housing prices and living costs make people lose themselves in materialism and make people unable to find a way forward.

Busy and fulfilling work makes them secretly proud, and the luxurious office environment makes them feel superior. But when you return to the closed and cramped rental house, the few bank card balances left after paying the rent seem to be like a mirror to beat everything back to the prototype.

Gradually, gradually, they could not return to their hometown, nor could they find a place to return. I don't know where I will end up? Unable to speak, indefensible, we are wanderers.