where will life take you?

I still remember that I once wrote an article “On the Road”, which was published in the log of QQ space by me. I never read it after it was published, and I didn’t open it again until one night when I sorted out the old manuscript. Turning to the bottom, I saw what a stranger left in my comment column. wherewilllifetakeyou? (Where will Life lead you?) At that time, I took a quick glance and didn’t think much about it, so I replied to the way to take us to heaven. Soon I saw his reply to heaven and got off work. I couldn’t stay there for a few minutes. Yes, what should we do if heaven is off duty? What are we chasing? Is it a rich material enjoyment? Or do you have to find something to do just because you are alive? Life is like an altar of wine which has been fermented for a long time and is full of strong fragrance. When you spend it freely, you feel that time is passing easily, but when you stop your rough steps, when turning around and chewing all kinds of things in the world, I found that some things were not as perfect or ugly as we imagined. The premise is that when you need to taste this feeling, you need to keep yourself in a neutral state. In this way, only through the vision of bystanders can we clearly know what life needs us to do. After the decision is made, we have to leave quickly before leaving work in heaven. When I arrived in heaven one day, my heart should never regret this kind of life. Tricycle tricycle is the work of Xiangzi in “Camel Xiangzi” described by Lao She. Now everyone is called tricycle, which was called rickshaw in the early days. This kind of car needs the driver to have good physical strength and endurance. No matter in the rainy and snowy winter lunar December or in the hot summer days of Xia Yang, they still have to hide in a corner and work hard for life. I seldom took this kind of car before. Every time when I sat on it, I looked at the slightly vicissitudes of the pedaling people in front of me. The buttocks will be like pins and needles. One morning, I was too anxious to hurry up. I took a three-round trip with my teeth clenched. Then I talked with a driver who could be my grandfather all the way. I asked him whether he was tired of pedaling like this every day, and he answered that he was still successful. I asked him whether he did business every day, but he answered that he was still successful. I asked him again. Don’t he feel wronged by repeating one thing every day? I obviously felt that his pedaling legs trembled. He coughed lightly and didn’t say any more. He didn’t ask me a word until I arrived at the destination and gave him money. He said, girl, do you feel wronged for the work you have to repeat every day? I thought for a while and then shook my head. He wiped his face with a towel around his neck and said, “Still, for life. Who would feel how wronged it is. Later, I thought there was something wrong with my own idea. All passers-by in the world have their own abilities to survive, and they eat by their abilities. It was not a big deal at all. I put it in my place, but it broke the way of survival because of my compassion. If everyone was my previous thought, wouldn’t the rickshaw drivers have to starve to death because of unemployment. What should be given to them is actually respect, not compassion. Each person really can’t choose his or her family background, but he or she shouldn’t have the distinction between nobility and nobility when he or she lives in the world. No matter which profession, it should be worthy of our respect. Learn to respect, just as life leads us to another pure land. If it can be done, there may be less truth that cannot be revealed in the world. Writing here, I remembered the sentence my friend asked. wherewilllifetakeyou? (Where will Life lead you?) I thought for a while this time. The place where life leads people should be the place where everyone yearns for pilgrimage. It’s just that there are some differences between my heart and yours.

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