Holiday Reflections

     Long ago, I thought that place was incredibly beautiful, a perfect place to live. But when I saw it with my own eyes, everything changed, becoming both familiar and strange. The PM2.5 level here is indeed very low, around 28, but the weather is unpredictable and volatile. Every day is scorching hot, the blazing sun baking the earth, showing no mercy. The weather here isn't just hot; it's muggy, making it hard to breathe. Occasionally it rains, and you'll see the sun rising while it rains. If it rains, it's a downpour, like water poured from the sky, quickly forming rivers. However, it doesn't last long. The vegetation here is exceptionally lush. Walking through the streets and alleys, you'll see towering coconut trees, their branches reaching out to the roadside, silently watching over pedestrians without leaving a trace.

    As for work, I just want to write a note: In the quiet of the night, looking through the windowpane at others sleeping soundly, I wonder how many people, like me, can only stare blankly at rows of unfinished parts…

    Regarding experience, I think one shouldn't be too kind or too cunning. And I am precisely too kind, honest and straightforward. In the future, I hope to hone myself more, avoiding being too smooth and flexible. At the same time, I feel that working for someone else is the most mindless investment; you're just handing your fate over to the boss and leaving the opportunities to others. In this world, money is easy to spend but hard to earn; these days, life is easy to get by but hard to live. Earning money through work is not easy. Without the ability to survive, you can only suffer, endure humiliation, and live a life fraught with hardship, working for others.

    …

    And during this time, being tired is inevitable. But I believe my life cannot end here. I don't want to grow up to be one of those ordinary people on the street; I don't want to do things I dislike but have to do every day; I don't want to become that kind of person. I have my dreams, so I must work hard. Only through perseverance can I avoid a lifetime of hardship. Opportunity always favors the prepared mind, my dear! Try to become someone who "has their head on their heels."

And now, it's over. Suddenly, I feel a pang of reluctance. Sitting alone on the train home, I feel a strange, indescribable feeling, though I don't know why. But I can finally tell my mother with relief: she doesn't need my allowance this semester. And so, these two months of vacation have come to an end. There have been joys and sorrows, and some regrets…

    Here, I want to thank my uncles for their care, thoughtfulness, help, and support over these past two months. I hope you all have successful work wherever you are, take care of yourselves, and don't overwork yourselves—health is important! See you again sometime in the future, if fate allows!

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