Ten Years of Imperial Sword in Jiangnan

Ten Years of Imperial Sword in Jiangnan

preface

Spring rain, always so tardy, the next few days to stop a few days. No matter which year, the rain in March will fall so intermittently, just like the choice of life, from time to time.

There is no spring without rain. For a job seeker, there is always some tiredness in looking for a job at this time. It was raining outside, and I had to carry my luggage and umbrella; If there is a little wind, it will be more difficult.

Of course, the cars on the road don't care about this. Especially when the car is flooded, you will be splashed all over, and you don't even have the chance to say the owner.

The driver has long gone away, leaving only you drenched by water. Then, deep down, you will be angry and can't help complaining,

"It's amazing to have a car! Sooner or later, you will have an accident and come back. You think you can go to heaven if you drive a broken car for such a poor family!"

Carrying luggage and umbrellas along the way, we walked towards the journey of life.

No matter which year, I am far away from my parents, friends, and went to a distant place, just for a future, development, and a rich life.

However, the city can not leave a footprint of outsiders. Where did you come from after all? Where did you go back.

Whether you like it or not, when the money in your pocket is exhausted, it is your choice. If you are too stupid to know how to make a choice, or confused, or choose a person with difficulty, you will only be left with the refugee.

Of course, it all depends on your choice, which is also a must. Because the city will not sympathize with you and will never help you. The only thing I can do is to refuel myself.