I feel so painful that I want to cry, but I can only laugh foolishly

In Liaoyang this year, it still didn’t warm up at the end of March. The North Wind from Nowhere blew me cold. I sat in the empty shop, took a cup of boiled water for myself, dried it, and browsed the space while drinking. Suddenly, saw such an article entitled “Women’s College students unbearable employment pressure suicide, leaving 100,000 diary Diary” article, Heart was shock, after reading this reproduced articles, we are so painful that we want to cry. Our generation is called the 80’s generation. This generation has a distinct impression of the times. No one can resist the growth. Seeing Astro Boy and Saint grow up, we have a distinct character of love and hate, while as the only child, we are not independent, passing through the narrow single-plank bridge into the ivory tower from the flood of exam-oriented education, he left the ivory tower in a daze and was ruthlessly thrown into the flood of society. These two Baptists almost annihilated us! The country encourages us to start a business and calls on us to find jobs before choosing jobs. But let’s look at the situation in the talent market. Who will not be shocked by the sorrow of wearing a cold sweat? Apart from those children whose parents have all abilities, we in ordinary families almost have the same helplessness: parents are getting older and older, and those laid-off and re-employed try their best to send us to university, but we can’t give them a loop and their old age, and we even have to keep gnawing at their old age. When we were young, we devoted ourselves to studying without asking about the world. Our parents even regarded reading as the only way for us to leave poverty. They, like the most dutiful nanny, washed, cooked and worked for us, day after day, and we also feel at ease, why? Because we are scholars, useful people in the future, and people who can honor our ancestors. We are held in their hands and bear their hopes. After graduation, we were at a loss in the crowded world. We didn’t understand why we couldn’t even find a decent job as the favored son of heaven. That female college student groaned helplessly, it seems to be ringing in the ear! How many people are running around the job fair with thick resumes? How many people are eager to send job-seeking emails in Internet cafes? How many people are wandering from north to south? How many people live with realistic masks? Our generation, in such a society with surplus talents, doesn’t even have the right to cry. Facing the eyes of parents, we can only hide our deep sadness, smiling to fool oneself and others till numbness I remembered that when I read fortress besieged in high school, I still couldn’t understand the sadness that people inside thought out and people outside thought out desperately, I don’t understand why this book, which seems to have no words, is so famous, reading it from generation to generation and worshiping it as classic book from generation to generation. Finally, after graduation, I understood what kind of sorrow it was. This is exactly the portrayal of graduates now. When we entered the university, we went through fierce struggle. High school was like purgatory, people among them won’t deny it. After entering the university, they just wanted to relax their nerves, and they realized the pressure of employment. Their senior brothers and sisters ran on the road of job hunting every day, it can be seen from their expressions that they are so tired. After graduation, we also set foot on the same path as them, writing resumes, interviewing, listening to the phone, until another round begins, this rush, we can’t see the end. We have been honed as round as cobblestones by life. We have fixed a maturity in this world. Our greetings to life have learned to smile. Although we always want to cry, however, looking at myself in the mirror, my tears have dried up. Our generation may not be the saddest child, but it is the saddest child. We can’t cry. We can only smile and use all our life’s strength to overdraw our souls before we can be free.

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