Bitter version:
In this society full of tall, rich, handsome, white, rich and beautiful people, there are always some people living a kind of life called diaosi.
During prime time like weekends, others are clubbing, relaxing, and having all kinds of entertainment. And there are always some people who are struggling to paint the wall with unfinished work.
While others are walking around in various brand stores, there are always some people who are struggling to browse on Taobao or grab various items in discount stores.
Others are chatting in Starbucks about which brands are on sale again and which brands have new models. And there are always some miserable people who are worried about what to eat tonight.
While others are standing in the shade, Meimei is waiting for the tall, rich and handsome man driving his car to pick him up from get off work, but there are always some miserable people who sprint for 100 meters just to catch the 7:10 bus.
Yes, among all the hard-working people, there is me.
But, believe me, life is beautiful. As long as you are alive, you can meet delicious food.
Literary version:
You are tired, give you a hug.
You made it, give you a smile.
You failed, give you a shoulder.
Occasionally act coquettishly, and occasionally get jealous.
I thought: This is love.