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An accidental opportunity, with colorful dreams, I came to a distant and strange town to fight for the future. I thought that hot land was the paradise where dreams took root and sprouted. But I was tired day and night, and the poor salary I got back was only enough to fill my stomach. I feel that I am a beggar begging for food, keeping the half-dead job at hand. The unchangeable days are just like the fast wheels rolling over the dreams buried in my heart day by day. I refused to be plain, gave up a stable life, and chose a distant place without hesitation, where there was my dream and future! I still remember that it was a warm winter. I came to a strange town with a simple bag, and what was waiting for me would be an unknown tomorrow. The money on my body was only enough for eating, and there was no place to sleep. I strolled aimlessly on that narrow road. I was really tired of walking, so I spent a few yuan to watch all-night videos. In fact, it was just to find a place to sleep. After entering the factory, there was no dormitory and no money to rent. I had to have the cheek to squeeze with my master in his small rental house. The master was a warm-hearted man. He said never to see others. When he stepped into his house, he would be back home. But I’m thin-skinned, and I still feel inconvenient. I dare not speak loudly and turn over when I sleep, for fear of quarrelling with others. On weekends, my master’s girlfriend came to visit him. I had to wander outside in a windbreaker without any money. I could not walk any more and stayed overnight on the grass. I am not the only one. Many travellers wandering in other places cannot find a place to settle down and have nothing to rely on in the deserted city. They sleep on the overpass and then on the grass. The city has entered a sweet dream, but these wandering people are sleepless, they think of their homeland and relatives, I couldn’t help crying bitterly without the warm nest I slept in. I suffered from insomnia every night, and looked at the boundless night with my eyes wide open, 1 minute 1 second the day was like a year. On the day I just entered the factory, I was calculating how long it would take before I got my salary. With colorful money on hand, I went to find a nest of my own and slept sweetly for three days and nights with my eyes closed! The work was also hard. Those old workers raised their legs and looked like big Masters. They treated our new workers as cattle and horses, but their wages were less than half of them. They also want to trouble the new worker in order to let you invite him out to eat and drink. I didn’t have half a copper plate and couldn’t afford them to drink. I suffered a lot in it. I could carry the hard work silently with my thin body gritting my teeth, but I couldn’t stand those unreasonable accusations and difficulties, so I quarreled with them with a blush of face and a thick neck. In their hearts, I am was a person who didn’t come. They thought of a way to drive me out of their eyes. To be honest, I didn’t want to stay in that place for a day, but there was no part in the empty pocket. If I wanted to live, I had to endure hardships and get involved. This was life, which I had to face and couldn’t escape. The hard-earned money is reluctant to use one and a half cents. During the countless days of wandering in a foreign land, reading made me forget the hardship of working, found some warmth and lasting touch, and kept a little sober and full. I love reading, and I prefer reading. Magazines with the fragrance of ink are all intimate friends. No matter in spring and autumn or in winter and summer, they are always with fragments and never give up. There are more than 100 magazines piled up on the bedside. That’s my life, that’s my world, that’s all I have! But he couldn’t take it away. He gave it all to others, staring at being carried away by others, as if he had been hollowed out of his five lungs and six Fu organs, and his heart was like a knife being cut out. My beloved desk, soft quilts, clothes hangers, plastic basins for washing face and feet were all robbed by several women next door. On the day when I left the town, the sky was drizzling, god was so sad that he began to cry. I was just like the old way when I came, carrying a simple bag, walking calmly without any trace of attachment. The small town is just a post station during my long journey, I am a passing traveller there in a hurry. The small town once covered the wind and rain for me, and my footsteps also stayed there. But those short days and nights were as plain as boiled water, with no taste, no sorrow and joy. The chimney which went straight into the sky braved thick smoke from morning to night, blackening the blue sky; The sound of the blower was deafening and disturbing; The grass on the roadside drooped its head, there is no trace of vitality and green. I am tired of this kind of life. I want to breathe fresh air and see the blue sky of high and blue. I want to find a quiet place to listen to the sound of flowers. I am looking forward to leaving one day earlier, the sooner the better! The small town gradually faded out of my world and gradually became a distant scenery during the journey. It never appeared in my dream again. The small town couldn’t let my dream go. I really wanted to treat her as a warm home, but I gradually realized that I was just a passer-by there, coming and going in a hurry! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. 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