Falling in the spring rain, the next year is again purple and red; autumn leaves fluttering in the depression, next year will inevitably be full of tender green goose yellow. Suddenly it was winter again, this is what I rarely express my feelings in the self-media, just gave up a job, and then ran for the next job, the cycle started again, really tired, in order to take care of all the thoughtfulness, and I did not get the comprehensive, the whole family is holding out hope for me, every day care about my work is more anxious than myself... Depressed, helpless, and have to pay a smile on their scalps to soothe their excited hearts.
Turning my head to see that the child was studying, I suddenly thought how good it would be if I could go back to school before, I must read well, my parents said, as long as you study well, smash the pot and sell iron for reading, but... That period buried deep in the heart, not an old thing, but a scar! Turn that page!
Slow down and return to reality, still have to face life, face the future, face my courage...
Come on! Don't be inferior, don't abandon yourself, look up to yourself, fate is always in your own hands.