Boss, how many? In Pearl River Delta, when you step into a restaurant, you will hear the waiter greet you like this most of the time. Now I have been on a business trip for a long time, and gradually I get used to this name. I remembered that I went back to China for a business trip for the first time several years ago, and walked into a restaurant with a group of American colleagues after work. A row of big girls with tall figure and good face, dressed in bright red brocade cheongsam, crossed their hands in front and leaned forward slightly, shouting welcome in unison, which really scared me a lot. At that time, I stood there for a moment without knowing what to say. Suddenly, I subconsciously said that comrades had worked hard. Since then, I have fallen ill. Every time I go to a restaurant, I have to keep my waist up. Gao Hui said, “comrades have been working hard. At this time, it often causes girls to snicker. As time passes, American colleagues asked me curiously: what are they laughing? What are you talking about? I smiled and said, “nothing, the rules of the restaurant here, you must first ask: have you brought your wallet?, Answer: I have brought us dollars. Ha ha ha, the old ladies also laughed in chorus. Later, when I came to Shenzhen, I entered a restaurant alone. The lady at the door came up and asked: Boss, how many of them? I was stunned, looking back, I was the only one, so I asked in reply: what about me? Who’s the Boss? I was still confused until I sat down for a long time. Boss, why does she call me boss? I look at myself up and down. How can I be like a boss? I: wear a pair of glasses and a pullover round collar shirt with bare arms. There is neither gold watch nor Diamond. How did I become the boss? To be honest, I am hate the boss from the bottom of my heart. In my eyes, the image of the boss is a big round oily face, full of gold rings, a big belly under the open black suit, shaking down from the stairs of the restaurant, on one hand, a toothpick stick was dug in the mouth. How did I become the boss? The more I thought about it, the more angry I was. I was depressed for a long time. It was not until later that I realized that this was just a name, just like when I met people in Beijing in the past, I shouted: Master. This does not mean that this person is long or dressed like a master. After coming back to China, I gradually learned something. But it becomes more and more difficult to call people. Many times I wanted to ask for directions in the street, but I had to give up because I couldn’t find a suitable name. When I saw a young girl, I dared not to ask him, because I dared not to call her a lady. When I saw a big man, I dared not to go up. What did I call him? Master, it’s too earthy, sir? Less Sven. Boss? I was afraid of being thrown up by someone, so I had to bypass to find another person. There came a middle-aged woman over there. I was even more embarrassed. What was her name? Call others aunt? I heard that it was cursing. Call the female boss, call it aunt, I am at this age, cough, let’s find the next one. I really miss the friendly call in ancient times: Comrade

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Time is in a hurry. Stories keep happening and accumulating in the bottom of my heart. How many streets, how many crossroads and how many corners are hard to count, but they are really impressive and deeply buried in the bottom of my heart. How many corners are there for accidental turnover? With the steps of growing forward, many childhood memories were extremely clear. Although some outlines were buried in the bottom of her heart, she still slipped out from them from time to time, jumped in her mind and showed them in her dreams. That is a corner in a dream, a corner in memory, a corner buried deep in the bottom of my heart, and a real corner. Because that was a time-honored experience. How many times did I pass through my childhood? I can almost forget my familiarity, but now I can clearly recall it, which makes me feel inexplicable nostalgia, A kind of faint sorrow. I still remember that after the summer rain, the corner was full of muddy water from top to bottom, and the road became muddy, but this was the only way for fellow villagers to go down to the ground. In summer in rural areas, pear trees need to be sprayed with pesticides. The wheels of tractors run over here constantly, layer by layer, making the road which already has accumulated water muddy, and even bicycles cannot pass through, I had to get down and pushed the bike around the corner. Maybe it was this muddy that left a memory. Turning over the historical picture of this corner, the memory staying here is not only muddy, but also smooth. On a sunny day, it was a kind of freedom to rush down directly from the asphalt road of the village and let the bicycle run wildly. When I was a kid, I seemed to be very timid. Every time I worried that when I was at the corner, other vehicles would rush over from the side and hit each other, because I heard that this kind of thing had happened, therefore, there is no pleasant sensation that the wind wants to hear every time. On the contrary, the more anxious thing in my heart is that there is a car coming and colliding. Such a corner is actually a crossroad leading to the north of the village, because our family lives in the East and often turns from east to north to the north of the village, while facial washing and the South seldom go there, because when buried in the bottom of my heart, he became a corner. Because this corner is not only the aspect of habit, but also the direction that has gradually evolved into heart and condensed into the direction of life. Its existence unconsciously guides the future path. The road in my heart keeps flashing, and this corner also follows. The corner is not just a road. The scenes around are so familiar, so hard to give up, so memorable and missing, so eager to know whether she is well or not, if the old friend who had been for several decades still had the same appearance in his mind, but he knew in his heart that she must have changed, but he did not want him to do so after all, because in that way, this corner could only become a memory. Since the reality no longer exists, the image can only be shot in my mind, and the color can not be completely restored, then let the words record her existence. Beside the corner is a row of houses with green bricks; Behind the house are poplar trees, which are as thick as the arms of two people; Among the houses and trees, firewood is piled up, it is a necessity for people to burn the branches of fruit trees trimmed one year or several years ago and cook with fire again. At that time, unless in winter, few people would burn coal all year round, which was a bitter day, it is also a memorable day, because my childhood happiness is also there. I don’t want to mention this, because I was afraid of it since I was young. I don’t know whether it is because his pattern and appearance make me feel scary or other reasons, until now, I have not been able to have a good impression on the geek, but because I have lived in the city for these years, I rarely see it, and all my feelings are not terrible. The story of the geek has its origin. When I was a child, I always liked to stay far away. I picked up a slingshot and a stone to shoot at the Geek. Because I was disgusted, I used to shoot swallows after the rain, but I thought the swallows were, so every time I feel sad, Later on, I won’t beat swallows any more, but the Muggle always couldn’t give people a favorable impression. Maybe I just looked at the surface, and I think I may be able to look at the Muggle more rationally now. At the back of the house at the corner, there are more than ten years of wind blowing, and a lot of Moss is born. Because on the northern plain, the house is generally known as the north facing the South, it is hard to see the sunshine all the year round, which makes it look dark. But it happens to be the place where bugs and geeks like, and they chase here. Piles of firewood are accumulating every year. Some of the firewood below have been mixed with soil and used as fertilizer for poplar trees because they have not been taken away for many years. The memory of corner is rarely in winter, because no one wants to go out because of the cold, and there is no outstanding memory when the vast snow is covered. Corner, the corner for many times, but this corner is buried deep, and sometimes I will go somewhere in my dream. This feeling of crossing time and space makes people miss it more. In fact, what I miss is not only the corner, but also the folks in my hometown, the grass and trees in my hometown. I think I will go back to wait for my hometown and bring my words, show more corners and more childhood scenery of hometown, because this is the miracle created by time and also the spiritual wealth created by time!

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Friends said that he was preparing to write a novel about robbing banks, and the story would be ridiculous. Why not write love story? I want to see you write a love story! I said. I don’t believe in love any more! How to write love novels? Love is desperate. He said. Good! Now you are suitable for writing love novels. I said inspirational comics. We all know that many first-class laughters are very serious and even a little boring in private. They may not find life interesting. It is this kind of person who can perform the funniest comedy. A director is afraid of blood and darkness. However, the ghost movies she shot made people shudder. The action scenes she shot can be very bloody and violent. Did she shoot it with her eyes covered? Despair is not entirely a bad thing. The moment of despair may be an opportunity for rebirth. A person is desperate for love, then he must have a sad past. A good writer, the love he writes is not only love, but also life. Love is a driving force, ending our past history and pushing us to the future. Everyone must die. If we never die, will we still love each other enthusiastically? Destiny does not refer to the misfortune that happens to us, but the acceptance and affirmation of the limitation of human life, and the recognition of the limitation as a human being. To make a choice in such restrictions is freedom. We have the freedom to love, and also the freedom of inspirational words that feel hopeless. Only Love begins with such excitement, and finally with such failure and desolation. Desperate people may have a thorough view.

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We always lose our way in our own memories. The road is getting wider and wider. Maybe we have reached a mirage or many fellow travelers have left, leaving only yourself. We have to learn to be calm. No one can make you suffer or happy except yourself. The aesthetics of life is based on happiness and scattered in every day’s story. In fact, sadness is also a kind of incomplete beauty, which goes with happiness. We are proud of our youth, happy for our wonderful times, and cheered for our success. Beauty is everywhere. It is an intellectual puzzle, which lets us use our whole life to figure out carefully. 365 days, every day there is a way of beauty. We can laugh for having a beautiful new dress, or cry for someone’s experience, and then bless him (her) silently. I am lucky for myself. /br in fact, the happiness in life is very simple, just like the rain at night. It can come quietly or thunder. The next day was still clear. We have to leave a small corner for our happiness, fill it with the dreams we once had, sink our sadness in our hearts, and then become another ourselves in the darkness. We should learn to reflect in life and cherish in happiness. It is an irremediable sin in life that we throw away our life like paper at will. Life is not a dream, always sober. The philosophy of life is interpreted by our whole life. No matter love, hate, love or hatred, the days will eventually pass. We look back through the present and look forward to the future. The fruit of Putuo is among them.

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Confused, everyday life is simply repeating. Today, when the alarm is ringing, I am writing data analysis, pushing away the keyboard, standing silently, and the War of 83 years ago started in my mind. Oh, 918. Some scholars questioned why today was regarded as the national shame day. This was a heavy topic. When she picked up the child at noon, she saw me and said, when the alarm was sounded, the math teacher was talking endlessly, stopped and asked, what day is today? Students answer 918. The teacher asked again what happened from 9 to 18, but there was an answer: the Nanjing Massacre was 12 to 13. What filled the eyes in the afternoon was the upsurge of anti-Japanese mood. Discuss Wang Jingwei with a colleague. Today last year, my daughter instilled me the idea of universal harmony, and said that anti-Japan was a narrow nationalism. We had a fight with neighbors. More than 80 years later, when the descendants mentioned the neighbors, they closed the door and clenched their fists at home, and regarded the day of the fight as their shame day. This is a parent. I had a fight with my neighbors. Over 80 years later, my descendants thought about the reasons for losing the fight, studied the neighbors, paid attention to the dynamics of the neighbors, and improved the fighting strength and the anniversary of the fight, invite the descendants of neighbors, talk about this day, and regard this day as the shame day of neighbors, because of his provocation on that day. This is another parent. Which parent are you, willing or possible? Don’t understand politics. But I am the parents of children. National leaders are not parents. In ancient times, officials were called parents, emphasizing loving people as children. Modern officials are public servants of the people, and the people take charge of their own affairs. When I was young, I wrote a composition, saying that I was the little master of the country. When I was over 40 years old, I even had the right to vote, let alone the right to speak. As a member of the system, the salary is basically the taxpayer’s money. The villagers said, “the Communist Party is good, let us take money at home on vacation. Which party is worse than us in Democratic Party, Republican Party and other parties governing the country? According to the survey and analysis in, the Gini coefficient is 0.73, and the Gini coefficient above 0.4 indicates that the income gap is relatively large. When the Gini coefficient reaches above 0.6, it indicates that the income gap is very large. Results show 66% of wealth in 1% hands, another 25% only have 1% of wealth. Now the disparity between the rich and the poor should be greater. It is said in the book that the current level of productivity is low and the development of productivity is unbalanced, which is inaccurate. The current contradiction should be that the disparity between the rich and the poor is too large. There is no eternal opponent or enemy. Anti-Japanese friends, we should learn to turn enemies into friends and develop our national strength.

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