Can not wait care

I will continue to stay with this city in another way I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Those bent waist

In front of the door of our unit, the Sanitation Department placed a trash bin, which was always filled with all kinds of garbage. The strange smell was filled with mosquitoes and flies flying around. Most people pass by with their noses covered, or take a detour from afar for fear of escaping. But under the bright morning, the fierce noon, or the dark street lamp, I often find someone standing or squatting beside the trash can, and they bend down, he tried his best to look into the trash can, using simple tools and even hands to pick up things inside, looking for things that could be used to sell money. The strange smell and mosquitoes and flies seemed to not exist in them. They looked focused and devoted, as if they were exploring treasures. From time to time, they picked up something from the trash can, which was nothing but an empty bottle, an empty can, a few pieces of waste paper, or some old clothes, but their faces showed the color of joy. They wiped or folded the waste one by one, and put it into the bag beside them, as if they were collecting treasures. They searched carefully until the valuable waste in this trash can was removed, and then they set out towards the next trash can. When people who pick up waste are bending down to pick up things in the trash can, there are pedestrians passing by from time to time. Some people show an expression of disgust or contempt on their faces, while some people still make a tut sound in their mouths, muttered: It’s really dirty. However, I never feel that the labor of people who pick up waste is so low or hard to accept. On the contrary, my heartstrings are often touched by them, giving birth to feelings that life is not easy. Most of the people who pick up waste are old. Their hair is disheveled, their clothes are worn out and their faces are full of vicissitudes. Every time I see them, I will feel both pity and respect in my heart, what pity them is the hardship of their life, and what respect them is that it is not easy for them to live on their own even though their income is so low. I am not strange to bend my waist like a waste collector. In my memory, the waist of the villagers in their hometown mountain village always bent: in spring they bent down to transplant rice seedlings, in summer they bent down to weed, in autumn they bent down to harvest, in winter they bent down to fetch firewood, and their bent backs carried the four seasons, the hard work forms a golden ear, supporting myself and my family with steadfast work. When I was young, I also used to transplant rice, weed, mowing rice and firewood with my parents. I initially experienced the hardship of working and planted seeds in my heart that I respected for hard workers. Later, I went to work in my hometown county. On the busy streets, I often saw people who were pulling carts with their bent waist. Although the streets in the city were not muddy, they were not flat. Those uphill and downhill were a test for people pulling carts. When uphill, they stepped on the ground with their feet, clenched the handlebars with their hands tightly and put ropes on their shoulders, the body leaned forward with all strength, moving forward step by step. The bigger the slope is, the heavier the goods are. The back of the cart pullers will bend more severely. The sweat of beans will roll down in strings, and the veins on the forehead and arms will rise violently, finally, the body was straight and seemed to coincide with the ground. And downhill, pull flatbed’s people may not be easily, they need your body for Brake, 1.1 point down line, if the control is not good, May because of inertial impact car destroy damage people injured. Pulling a scooter is a hard job, and it depends on strength to eat. Among the group pulling carts, what impressed me most was pulling coal carts. The coal scooter is usually used for couples, and the man pulls it in front, The woman pushed the briquette behind to transport a truck full of honeycomb briquette to the residents’ homes in every corner of the city to earn a little bit of price difference. The faces of coal-pulling couples are usually black, their hands are black, their clothes are black, and even their sweat is black, which is a dazzling alternative in the city streets, but they bend down and bend back, the scene of pushing and pulling the scooter uphill made me awe-inspiring. Later, I went to work in a small town in Pearl River Delta, Guangdong Province. The small town was small, but there were more than 60,000 outsiders from all over the country. They made a living in various ways, and pedaling a tricycle was one of them. Walking on the street, it is common for human tricycle to come and go. The driver bends down in front and pushes hard, or one person sits in the back seat, or several people talk and laugh. I once sat on a tricycle, and soon after I set off, I saw the driver sweating, and then sweat like rain. I had to wipe the sweat with a towel on my neck from time to time to prevent the sweat from covering my eyes, the charge for the eight li journey is only over ten yuan. During the 365 days of a year, I can always see the figure of the three-wheel driver bending down and struggling to move forward. There is a kind of perseverance that moves me. In our society, some people earn a lot of money without any need, some people make a fortune with official hats, some people earn money easily with shade, and they spend generously, I don’t care about spending a lot of money, and I am arrogant. Compared with these people, those who bend down to work are really too hard to do things, with too little reward, and the situation is too difficult. Some people look down upon them and think that they have no ability to bear hardships. While they are smart and talented, living a superior life is taken for granted, but they don’t know others’ sureness, hard work and happiness, that is exactly what I lack. There are many people and things in the world, which are dazzling at first sight, but in fact, they are like smoke and fog. What is really worth our attention may be contained in ordinary daily life and reflected in those ordinary workers! Out of our sight, I know that there are still many people bending down to work, which is a huge group. Facing them, I used to bend down straightly, not flattery, but salute! Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…