On the bus I met a roaming singer, who belted out two out-of-tune songs in exchange for some money that he thought he rightly deserved. I felt pity upon seeing his look, pale and feeble, but I didn't give a cent anyway. (Please don't blame me for my hardened heart.) He collected a few one-yuan notes from passengers when the performance was over and leaned back to a handrail for some rest, with an obviously exhausted look on his already-torn face.
The bus came to a stop before long, and the roaming singer got off. He happened to stand right before an estate agent where dozens of ads were pasted proudly on its shopfront. He stood there still, staring at those flashy ads with a pair of confused eyes. The astronomical numbers on the ads made him all at sea. I was saddened by the scene.
The world has become so tough that a large group of people had been marginalized somehow by our money-talking society. How can we let our hair down and really feel the air living in such a society? You don't need to be a genius to figure out that relax is a luxury in such a competitive environment. For most people, having a shelter is only a daydream.
However, we shouldn't be too pessimistic. It's up to you to decide whether you would walk your life through with a lighthearted or heavyhearted mind.
But one thing is crystal clear, laziness doesn't work here.
