You're back againBeing in a big depressionBut it's not a poetic dwellingThis place is very extensive and diverseIt's also very spaciousBecause it's winterReturningThe season of depressionEmbracing and caringAnd the sun in the skyWa GuiNot only for the ancient homesicknessMore importantly, the heavy
At 4 pm, I skipped work and left early, but ended up meeting the boss in the elevator.After a somewhat awkward brief gaze, I was stabbed to death by the boss.I woke up from my dream in a cold sweat.If this is the beginning of a story, then for working people, it is definitely a horror story.
Everyone has their own youth, youth is the rising sun, condensed with vitality; Youth is spring, containing hope; Youth is a flower bud, condensed with fragrance; Youth is a torch, gathering brilliance; Youth is steel, gathering willpower; Youth is a river, surging with faith.