Busy feet

In this day and age, in this world, how many people can live their lives slowly? It may not be in our field of vision, very far away. These years, people like the soles of the feet smeared with oil, together on the highway like, straight forward, can not stop for a moment. Even my brother in my hometown to open the auto body shop, the whole is also busy, no time to rest, no time to accompany my mother to visit the doctor, a little use of people are out to work, or in the neighborhood to find a job, only have time to deal with personal matters on their days off, interspersed with a visit to the parents, early morning and late evening juggling picking up and dropping off the children. When my mother asked me on the phone, "Are you busy?", I felt y sorry. Our times, like a serial number, people are busy, but it is difficult to get out of this busy, because the input and output, living expenses, these calculations have been calculated, unless you are better at counting, the skill is better.

? Busy, each in his own way, each to the future, is probably the epitome of this era. Everyone has their own mission, whether they are uprooted from their hometowns, or overseas immigrants, this busyness is a kind of opportunity and enrichment given by the times, and everyone can find the value of their own labor. As for companionship, it is drifting away. But the parents left behind can not live in yesterday, but in the present, enjoy the joy of their own neighborhood, do not think and do not worry, or go against the current to the city to see their children. I'm fading nostalgia, but know that my parents will still miss it. I'm not sure if I'll miss my own children in my 60s as much as they do, and look forward to seeing them more often, but I don't think I'll be so sentimental as to understand that fate follows destiny, and learn to entertain myself and make a simple life interesting.

These days, the mother did not call over the phone, I played a few phone calls have not been answered, I calculated that it should be home to collect wheat, parents two people will no longer be so Duk Yoyo idle, so there is no time to contact me. It is my own sick, do not want to tell them, so as not to lead them to worry about ...... which in turn contact is pounced on, strange is not the taste. Mo is not their own two days in the help of the mother to bear the pain of the disease ...... huh. Can't let go of several jobs, still poorly clear of the emergency, there is no audio message busy parents ......

Busy times, who is there for you to stop? Busy feet, who wants to stay for you? Under the hustle and bustle, relevant and caring for only a handful of people, such as I passed by your, went in to read one of your articles and clicked a like. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it!

When you go on a business trip, there will be put on the noise to play a small video of the uncle aunt, generally is the target of the short video, these platforms through the cell phone terminal spreads the oddities around the world, meat and vegetables, each with their own good, but also a subculture and the typical characteristics of the civilian culture, a person is busy with the end of the day, flipping through the cell phone to see the late at night, and then only to sleep in the exhaustion. Such a large number of cell phone video as spiritual food, I do not know is the inner poverty, or the spirit and good curiosity really live to satisfy. A form of entertainment like square dancing, I guess. The footsteps will not stop yet, stretching into the distance ......