As long as you work hard with your hands, you can always find your own bowl of rice.

In the past two days, I watched a TV series "Ordinary Years". The Li Dabao family under the Zhengyang family in old Beijing has five brothers and sisters, namely Li Dabao, Li Erbao, Li Sanbao, Daya and Xiaoya.

What are years? It’s trivial, it’s ups and downs, it’s stumbling, it’s one surprise after another, one after another unexpected.

Zhang Duoduo, a pillar of the art troupe, accidentally married Li Dabao, a mechanic, and gave birth to a daughter in a daze, officially living an ordinary life in pieces.

Holding an iron rice bowl is an ordinary time, being laid off and seeking self-employment are even more ordinary years.

Li Erbao’s life is vigorous. I went to the sea, worked in a business, opened a video parlor, worked in the copy department... relying on my diligent words, diligent legs, and diligent brains, I lived a different kind of ordinary life.

After being laid off, Li Dabao relied on his eloquent tongue to embark on the road of tour guide, and he got better and better.

Li Sanbao’s ordinary years should be the daily life of a civil servant working nine to five. A loving couple and a happy family.

Daya opened a steamed bun shop, and with her sincere and kind business philosophy, she received frequent visits from customers.

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Ordinary years and life in the city. Old Beijingers, their sincere and optimistic attitude towards life allow them to sing songs all the way through the bumpy road of life.

There are no dead ends in life. As long as we overcome thorns and thorns, as long as we move forward bravely, everything will be bright and clear.

The road is made.

So don’t complain that your children are stupid, and don’t complain that students are stupid. In the future, they will find their own bowl and eat a bowl of rice that suits them.