The hard and money has nothing to do
The hard and money has nothing to do
It is a common understanding of the modern life of people to be tired. There are some people because the living burden is heavy and tired, they have great labour intensity, badly paid, make great efforts, run into the intersection of era and level of consumption either and then, delay kept constantly on the run. There are some people " The not bad money " ,It is mostly hard on spirit. In my eyes, some people are " immortals " ,Numerous persons do " The room slave " Era,they no worry house - -They he who strikes first gains the advantage until room rate low, compare at present room rate, that house of theirs is equal to picking up in vain. They needn't be crushed by house this life, needn't live frugally per month and send the salary to the bank and return the loan. But they have not broken away from " The room slave " Hard,there is be one apartment think by second apartment, third apartment still. Change trains, it exchanges houses to be idea of modern, car change fine, room transfer to loud, hard and willing too, weariness would rather too, the high income can't be got rid of hard as low-income crowd. The person around me, some couple are high incomes, the small and medium-sized cities are a qualified rich stratum here, compared with this low-income household of mine, they are " high society " of the young place . They work easily, go to work and drink tea to read the newspaper, they shouldn't call hard, what shouldn't be known either to let hard. But I find them more tired instead, spirit is tired. They are certain " The not bad money " ,But difference officer, always have a worry in the heart, always feel too sorry. I support a a little tired university student, and is well paid the families of several times than I at one's side, send the child abroad and study, more tired than I, even house has been sold. The person who acts as the officer misses the officer, the person who can't become rich thinks it rich, someone sees officer's location light, go to practise calligraphies, but practise handwriting today, will want to be famous tomorrow. It is hard and even more that it is unexpected what has been fished for fame and compliments engaged in scholarship hard than with all worries set aside. Bustling with vehicles in the city, guide the people that the car sold the thick liquid, the people asking the clothing to make a living, ask the officer to ask the people of the emolument Bustling with activity, crowd to roll, nobody is not tired. The wheel billows, dissipated and luxurious, the battle of wits on the wine desk, have evil intentions in the smile, the desire looks like and blows the balloon, it is greater and greater to blow, the greater to cross the addiction. The wealth is the thing making people fascinated, it is the thing letting the manners and morals of the time be crazy, can let people forget one's own itself too. Outside the economic income, and the power and position, position. Like one multi-layer step, step on high and quickly and tiredly, leave behind all pooped out life, the ones that took the lead are dog-tired, nobody is not tired. Want at the multi-layer step having a match pieces of level, march towards not according to own beat, it can only be hard, hard forever. " family doctor's newspaper " 2010.11.29
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