During that time in college, my roommate Xiaoya was very confused, and she didn't know what she really wanted, so she had a wide range of interests, so she tried a lot of ideas. Unfortunately, the urgent thirst for success, so that she could not be quiet for a while to do a good job, the results can be imagined, those remote dream, in front of the reality is unbearable. She held a bunch of the former unwritten broken dreams, while lamenting the reality of the incomprehensible, while lamenting their own ability is not enough, not enough conditions. In this kind of self-pity, life is gradually reduced to eating, drinking and playing, no substantive content.
The success of many people in the Internet era looks very simple, overnight, however, when you really try to find the mystery lies in: strength and persistence.
Later, Xiaoya began to work. She realized that a lot of people around her live a very dashing life. They will be at work, party, bring children, do their favorite small interests, such as: do handicrafts, planting flowers and plants, painting oil paintings and so on. Even those who live by themselves in single apartments usually enroll in yoga classes, pastry classes or whatever to enrich their lives. She lamented that college life has become a victim of the information age. Those phenomena of brushing dramas and Taobao have become a thing of the past, and now people occasionally do and share them, but do not deliberately pay attention to them.
More people, instead, began to devote themselves to fixing their respective lives, even in the countryside. Xiaoya was born in the countryside, in her impression, most of the rural people narrow-minded, parents' generation is practicing hard work and thrift virtues, day and night by physical labor to save savings, life for them is non-stop work. Like most college students from the countryside, she carries in her bones an original sense of inferiority and has always wanted to get rid of this layer of identity, therefore, after graduation, she stayed in the city to work. In this city she has been accustomed to nine to five, accustomed to the square dancing music every night; accustomed to every morning in the huge running battle; accustomed to the gray air filled with dust here; accustomed to only see the moon, can not see the stars of the night sky.
That maternity leave, she went back to her mother's home, stayed for a longer period of time. It was this period of time that made her change her mind about the status quo of people's lives in the countryside. She said that every morning and afternoon there would be a group of people jogging and walking along the road that could only accommodate a car to pass. The concrete pavement was so clean that when each family cleaned, they would take the piece of pavement in front of their house along with them. The clean streets make the village look like a well-planned neighborhood. When the weather is nice, adults will take their children for a walk and chat while taking care of them; occasionally there are a few junior high school students riding bicycles and working out leisurely. A wind blowing through the tree shadow dappled, quiet and cozy, leisure and comfortable.
It's like I'm on vacation now, where I can still do what I want to do. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do that, and I'm going to be able to do that, and I'm going to be able to do that," she said. Speaking of which, I should also be grateful for the existence of this thing called Wi-Fi, which accelerates the process of urbanization in rural areas.
So the network of this thing, good or bad, depending on whether you go to use it, or be it led by the nose.
These people who will live will shine wherever they go. They are reminding some people who are still decadent in the shriveled world-
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The day before yesterday, I saw such a girl in my circle of friends, who called herself Cinderella, left the bustling city, and built a fairy tale world in the deep mountains. She is not a rich woman, and this is not a foreign country with an exclusive farm. On the contrary, she was born in a poor family, her "manor", but she met by chance in the mountains of a dilapidated house, even the roof is not, but this has touched her literary dream. 34-year-old her, because she did not like the city working life of the hustle and bustle of boredom, coupled with love and relatives and friends of the incomprehension, ridicule, with a beautiful fairy tale! The dream of life, alone into the deep forest, opened her fairy tale world of transformation course. She said she wanted to be like Grandma Tasha, living in a wooden house, planting flowers and plants, making handicrafts, keeping company with small animals, enjoying the happiness of a plow and a hoe, and being with nature. But there, she had nothing but the dilapidated house, and the hardships that awaited her could be imagined.
When we see her story, she has relied on her own hands, let the fairy tale dream mold. Yes, with the idea of "If I don't shine, how will others find me?" The concept of "If you do not shine, how can others find me?", she insisted on it. There's no denying that this is a girl with a very artistic and literary temperament. She picnics in the woods, naps by the fireplace, and photographs her days as fairy tales. Every morning, when people are still sleeping soundly, she is already up and laboring, feeding the chickens and ducks. Taking advantage of the good light in the morning, she puts on the idyllic costumes she made herself, dresses herself up as in fairy tales and world famous paintings, and takes pictures of herself. For example, Vermeer's oil painting "Maid Pouring Milk" and Xie Chuyu's "Maiden Holding Pottery". Despite her poverty, she still makes herself a cup of instant coffee under the tree every afternoon and sips it slowly.
Now, the fairy tale castle she created has become one of the local tourist attractions, with a steady stream of people making appointments to take photos. She says that any one thing can be presented in an artistic way, and hopes, one day, to make a movie out of life.
What kind of life is right for me? And what do I want? The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'd like to know what I'm talking about and what I'm talking about. "The real reason why you don't know how to live is because you don't have a goal. Cinderella also tells us -
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