How proud you are when you stand the flag, how swollen you are when you are hit in the face.

My hometown is a typical industrial town, and basically all my family members are factory workers. Before I graduated from college, my father told me that as soon as I got my diploma, I would come back to work in the factory.

As a young man, I am ambitious. I always want to start my own business in a big city, and I don't want to go back to a small county to be an ordinary worker. I told myself at that time: I wouldn't go to the factory if I starved to death.

after graduating from college, I stayed where I wanted to stay. However, I haven't found a suitable job for several months in a row, struggling below the subsistence level every day, and my life is simply terrible.

After less than half a year, I went back to my hometown despondently and left. My father showed me the way and became a worker in the factory. Although it is not good to be a worker, you can't really starve to death.

life in the factory is not bitter, but it seems hopeless. I feel more and more immersed in this dull life. I am not reconciled, but I still want to take a break.

after working for two years, I chose to resign. Because of my resignation, I had a big fight with my father when I went home. When I slammed the door, I told myself: I won't come back unless I start my own career outside.

Life is often more dramatic than movies. At least movies have scripts, but life doesn't. After a few years of wandering outside, I didn't make any progress in my career, and I didn't save any money. My feelings were even worse.

I felt that there was no hope outside, so I went back to my hometown. How proud you are when you leave, how depressed you are when you come back. I didn't feel much hit, but I was already numb.

I have been living in my hometown all the time. From then on, I seldom set up a flag. I am always afraid of being hit in the face by life mercilessly, and I am afraid that my ability can't keep up with the rhythm.

Life is like a big drama. We always think that we are the protagonists, but we unconsciously become passers-by.