Every day, countless people pour into this fast-rotating city with their grand blueprints or soap bubble-like daydreams; Every day, countless people leave this rigid and indifferent skyscraper forest, leaving their tears. ? 0? 2
Young white-collar workers carrying Marc Jacobs' cloth bags squeezed out of the noisy crowd in the subway station, rushed up the steps on 10 cm high heels, covered their noses and rolled their eyes and walked past the ragged beggars. White-collar workers in the new era like to publicize themselves and do not hide their preferences. This is the era of self-promotion? 0? 2
In the corridor of the office building, a young man comes out of the room every ten minutes and throws his resume into the bucket. The progress of the times will require people to meet the standards of this era, or to improve. After all, everyone wants their employees to be capable. ? 0? 2
Countless oriental faces in Starbucks hurriedly picked up coffee bags and took them away, pushed open the glass door and left. Some people are on the phone, taking coffee out of paper bags and drinking it in a hurry; The others carefully carried their bags, got into the black car waiting on the side of the road and ran to the boss's office. Instead, there are leisurely western faces sitting inside, squinting at Shanghai Daily or laughing loudly with their mobile phones: "What about your vacation?" The wave of learning is not in school, but in the competition after work. The fierce workplace is exhausting. However, it takes more than money and time to protect their meager income and carefully cultivated love and expect the results. Reading Tiny Times, I found that I would never be so easily moved again. His writing is so strange; ? 0? 2
Even the characters in the book are so rigid and vague, but they try to make people moved and intoxicated. 0? 2
It's no longer those teenagers, it's no longer because Lin Lan is sad because Lu Xu is sad because Gu Xiaobei is sad. 0? 2
Touching comes from truth and simplicity, and resonance is the voice from the deep heart, not the lie made up by the author. ? 0? 2
What famous brands, petty bourgeoisie, parents who spend 100 thousand pocket money at a time, complicated love entanglements, this life is too far away. ? 0? 2
Halfway through, I read the comments of netizens. The situation is very bad, full of disappointment and abuse. They are all the same generation, moved by the reflection of their left hand, the time of their right hand, their dreams and dreams for 34 years. I watched him copy the news, watched the author of the hype, and watched him live the life of an artist as an author, so everything came to an abrupt end here. ? 0? 2
Even once that a moved and memories will bite the bullet and cruel away, in fact, it should be said that Jing M.Guo divorced from the masses. It should be him and us. ? 0? 2
At the beginning, he was able to write words that moved us because we lived the same life, worried about exams, worked hard for life, and were sad but happy. ? 0? 2
Now that we are all grown up, he is poor only with famous brands and money. He is alone. He proudly pretended not to see anything, continued to squander and continued to be himself. ? 0? 2
It is his right and freedom to choose this kind of life, but he can't corrupt those readers who like him with words. Stories fabricated without sincerity and feelings only earn money and abuse, but also humiliate themselves. Can tolerate your conceit, narcissism, conceit and self-righteousness. ? 0? 2
So the written words became scapegoats. ? 0? 2
At that time he had so many readers who liked him. He said he would be lonely. What will he say now? Can you still look at the sky at a 45-degree angle? ? 0? 2
In winter, the sky is gloomy and the mood is not very good. I am a little disappointed in the author and myself. ? 0? 2
Confused,? 0? 2
It is said that there will be a virtual copper age and an Aoki age. Will this continue? ? 0? 2
Actually, I want to say: 0? 2
Time will change everything? 0? 2
Time will tell. ? 0? 2
The clean boy stood there like a prince, even the breeze was turbulent and full of flashy life. Brand-name clothes, cars and luxury houses built on money are like a picture frame, which frames a fairy tale. Such a beautiful little age is also full of loneliness.