There has always been a generation that has struggled to provide a good life for their offspring, and the first generation of immigrant cities have had a hard time...
Yes, my parents were the first generation of outsiders to migrate to Beijing, and unlike you my parents didn't have much education, but we were in the same era, and leaving the countryside was an inevitable consequence. It represents a microcosm of China's urbanization through reform and opening-up, but his story is one of independence, courage and a life of making one's own way.
I thought I would be an authentic Beijinger with a hukou, a house in the suburbs, a group of children in the yard, and an authentic Beijing dialect.
You drink coffee as a comfortable taste of life. And I am still drinking coffee to decorate their own bone inferiority....
Most of the foreigners who come to Beijing to search for their dreams have lived in basements or hutong compounds, beautifully called "Beijing Drifters", and it is common for them to live in other people's mouths (cynically) without a fixed place to move, so their homes cannot be called home. The Northern Drifters: half of their luggage is in their travel bags.
In this jungle of reinforced concrete, it seems more difficult for me to build a home of my own than in the Sahara Desert. It is not the harshness of the natural environment, but the indifference and impatience of the people. The gap between ideal and reality, between poor and rich, is so wide that if the heart is not balanced, life will be out of balance.
In this place, like me, the working class who live on two silver dollars a month can't afford to buy a house or a land. So I don't want to pie to fantasize about a mirage like a western house villa, five rings outside of the Tiantongyuan into a temporary warm home.
You, on the other hand, couldn't stand the lecture of your parents, tired of seeing the congested roads of Xizhimen, and told me that you wanted to have your own space, and drove your Ford to your brother's house in Di'anmen to live for some days. In the summer evening in Beijing, you asked me to go for a relaxing walk in Houhai, but I couldn't. The two-hour round trip to Houhai after work became a barrier between us.
My parents didn't leave me a strong network of people, I had to find my own job, I had to rush to work early, and I would lose my job if I wasn't careful. But not you. Your family found you a decent job through an acquaintance at the airport in the capital, where a holiday could cost me a month's salary.
I was born in the mid-1980s, and in a few years my peers will gradually become a pillar of society.
My friendships are banks that can be overdrawn at any time with money, truth and emotion.
A blanket, a suitcase, and a computer became all I had. My friend said, "Go rent a single room, I'll take a little out of my salary every month and also mention you to pay, just come and stay with you once a few months." Although there is no lack of money, but I understand that what I lack is warmth. I don't know how many times I've been touched just by this statement. With such a friend, how can I not be strong.
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