Today I saw two screenshots in a circle of friends: went to Weibo for confirmation, as it were.
I looked through her microblogging, should be a person working hard in the big city, life has both joy and trouble. In addition to being involved in an eggshell thunderstorm, not long ago she also complained that “life is too hard” and even cursed a certain To hell with the “director and principal”.
She will also make a good wish for Thanksgiving. on November 28, she also praised Yu Hua’s chicken soup line, “Maybe it always takes a complete and utter despair once, before you can live again. “
I also did a Twitter search for “eggshells” and, thankfully, there are a lot of fragmented stories being recorded by weak individuals. They are frantically tweeting at media outlets and institutions, but seem to have little to offer in return.
For example.
Living in a car when you’re retired, winter is hard for eggshell youth.
Somewhere, Eggshell Landlord Calls Police to Evict Tenant ……
The owner of the property who cut the wires, broke the locks, and threw the luggage out in a fancy way.
The Day Beijing Snowed, Eggshells Kicked Me Out of My Apartment.
……
An improvement over the beginning of the year is that there is no longer a writer V who keeps a diary.
People would rather watch Ma Baoguo, and would rather hold up Ding Zhen without any trouble. The crumbs of eggshells can only be stepped on underfoot and let out some creaking moans.
It is true that from the perspective of people’s livelihood, and from the law of information dissemination, the volume and flow of the eggshell incident should be no less than that of Ma Baoguo and Ding Zhen. But the mainstream, may not be the people’s livelihood, and may not be scientific.
After all, wandering the streets in the cold of winter is neither warm enough nor righteous enough.
People are still madly in love with “Warm Heart! “”Tears! “and” moving! “, while neglecting compassion, righteous anger and listening.
From time to time, someone in my public profile would leave me a comment: that’s so negative, take it off! They could not bear to see sad things, just as a great benefactor could not see the misery of the poor, so he commanded his servant to drive away the crier.
I wonder if there will come a time when negative energy will be so unpopular that they won’t be able to write their own fragmentary stories.
As my experience grows, I feel more and more that the sorrows and joys of this world are mostly connected. It’s just that many people are blinded by selfishness and ignorance.
They don’t see, or refuse to see, or even block others from seeing, when misfortune and injustice befall them, and then scold those who are willing to see the storytellers.
Each of them lives in their own little time, and as long as their little time is beautiful, they think the world is beautiful. Once their little time is no longer beautiful, they will pull out all the stops.
Of course, there are also some people who forget the pain of their wounds. Only when they happen to be in a state of grievance, injustice, and frustration, do they exude some normal humanity.
Once he or she gets over the hump, he or she will immediately spring to life and be well again. Whoever dares to destroy his or her tranquility is an enemy of the people and a sinner of the times.
Such characters and such stories are not uncommon to us. They are all around us.
If they are fortunate enough not to encounter a thunderstorm, they will not be shy about forwarding the “corn to help me back rent,” “my touching landlord,” “thanks to eggshell Jun” “if not eggshell thunderstorm, I do not know XX so great” ……
Many people, throughout their lives, can never figure out why we cry and who we sing for.
Eggshells are easy to break, but souls are hard to sew. This winter, some people will shed tears, some people will sing. But all the stories will drift away with the wind and return to silence.
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