I am just a wild grass, low and humble grass, any wild grass trampled. Everyone can smash me to make a feed in any sacred name. No who cares about me is a living person, I can feel the existence of the wind in the cool morning, I have broken the skin because of love, I have been cut out when I was cut by the skin, I am in this world. Existing, and unique, no other people can replace.
Because a separate I can give up easily, I can also see other amazing facts:
In many years ago, someone promised herbs in a better life, and the conditions were concentrated all material power, unified management. Therefore, the salary of the grass people is very low, and the wealth of his creation is more concentrated, and it has become the country's wealth. Responsible for his medical, housing, education, and children by the state. A bicycle is more than 100 yuan, and the salary at that time is more than a dozen pieces. I think this is reasonable, because the fortified wealth gives them to the canteen, kindergarten, public medical, free housing. This is a low wage, although it is not very flexible choice, but everything is free, and it is said to be the maximum use of valuable resources.
The next thing is strange, another person says that there must be a more better life, we have to go to the market! So we have to reform, the house should be sold to individuals, medical care must pay for insurance, kindergarten and canteen should be handed over to specialized corporate management. I am strange that a worker has endured 40 years of low income, which was originally the value of his creation was unified by the state. It has become his housing, medical expenses, big food, these things should belong to him. Now, what else wants him to use his mouth, the money is deducted from the province to buy it and buy it back? ! Some people say that we have taken into account the contributions of many years, so a house can be bought by more than one million pieces under the balance of various policies. I am more strange, this seems to be very familiar, and the grass people are very cheap. However, according to the commitment of the year, the grass people should have a penny! Tens of thousands of pieces can be taken, but this is the money in their own province after paying 40 years! This one is different, it has changed to "spend tens of thousands of pieces" this is different! What should the grass people have to spend money to buy their own things, the same thing pays two money? Finally, some people finally said that this is a pain, it is the cost that must be paid. I suddenly understood that a generation of people is also a wild grass, so it can be sacrificed.
So what about those commitments? I dare not say "deceive" words, so I suspect that "credit" and "trust" two words. So I turned my gaze to the "Roosevelt New Deal" of the Great Depression. The country promised her own nationals in 1860. The government will be "the people's people, the people enjoy, the civil rights". Therefore, in the most difficult time, the state assumes the bank's credit, and the Americans launched a long queue before the bank of the blue-eyed sign. When the four sons of a family have warned the sand field, some countries will spend more human resources to pick up the last little son, eliminating his fighting tasks. Instead of hero mother sent the last son to the battlefield, so that the last son continued to complete a family that had completed the country's excessive completion. Others have promised to have their own nationals. "The world has abandoned us, we will never abandon themselves." So when the cold body of the soldier is in the Golan high, when he did not return to the motherland, they I don't hesitate to launch the Group's charge again, more people fall down to exchange the cold bodies.
I took out the dictionary again and saw the word "respect". When a country expressed full respect for even the individual's lives and dignity, when a country was promised to have the people and bravely assumed the promise of the people, it was respectful for the people. Only when I didn't be treated as a grass, but when I respect it as a person, I would have the urge to die for this country; I will donate my own gold and silver to the State Bank when I have difficulty in the country. As a country Hardware reserves; I will adhere to my principles in all social activities, to ensure my credit, work hard, not negatively, honest tax, not desperate tax evasion. Because my country cares about me, respect me, so I care about it, respect it, and willing to close my destiny with him, willing to sacrifice myself for him. Because I know that even I am going to death, my family, people I love will still be respectful in the arms of the country, they will still be respectful, will be cared, will live a happy life in promise. Because I trust my country, I am like trust yourself. When I clael it, it is inevitably walking on the way it promises, it opens the arms equally, and when there is no difference, I will die in myself. On the workbench, I am willing to fight in the sinister working environment, I am willing to smile on the battlefield. I have no concerns, there is no fear, I think I am glory, I can try to sacrifice for such a country is my biggest glory. I believe I will rise into the glory of glory, whether in reality or heaven. This is two concepts with my own passive sacrifice. I don't want to be like a stone's stone, I will thrown me into the sea. The grass people are actually very few, only need you to look at him, respect him, not despise him. When each individual of society is as respectful as foreign heads, this country will be great and invincible. If I am the sailor on the boat, the captain loves me like a son who loves myself. When the boat is sinking, I will give up my life-saving circle, jump into the cold sea, voluntarily do the pressure. Stone, put more people to leave the captain of my love.
And when any excuses sacrifice, when interpreting any excuses, it is difficult to imagine my ingredients, tell myself, to adhere to the constraints of moral power, and have a sense of responsibility and mission. When the general blows the attack, I face the battlefield, I am awkward, because I don't know why, why do you want to risk life? When I died, my family became a trap when I was a paper; when I was returned by the capture, I didn't be considered to have a hero who had been obligated to the country, but When you use a shame, you don't have a way to cover it. I may still rush forward, because I need to kill the enemy and live. My destiny is a non-person, so I am just a killing machine. My body is the factory sequence number of steel print. I can also create value is my product shelf life. The reason I was sacrificed and given up was that I have been expired.
"postscript"
I can no longer have a lot of unfortunate things around the scene. They are in this society's best, their encounters are not concerned, their voices are willing to listen, their pain is not to give even the cheapest comfort.
I am silent because it is oppressed. I complained because I am angry.
The small circle who hid in the dog is in the small circle of life, I want to fly out of the arrow of the string. Although my strength is insufficient, I don't even know where the hate is, but I will still fly, even if I will immediately "".
Maybe everyone will have troubles, leaders must have a revolutionary wine to drink every day, Wai Ye wants to find a woman everywhere, Wang Hao's stream is to make money, Wei Hui and others must be Chinese men. Yangshuo is worried. This is a black and white reverse, is a non-unreasonable, cold and ruthless society. I am getting late every day, often buy a biscuit to go home, although I don't like to eat. Selling biscuits is an old woman who has a right eye, because there is no street light, she hangs a flashlight lighting on the booth, one cake is only 0.5 yuan. I live in a small city in Hubei, very cold at night in winter. From 7:00 in the evening, there will be a little girl who is not more than 10 years old. Every time I see them, I often think of a text "selling matches".
A worry-free person will never experience the pain of the carrier described in the "distressed". I am also in the bottom of the society. I work 7 days a week, I have been working 9 hours a day, I have to open a page for 5 minutes, but I still have to say these words. For me, it is also for more people.
