There is a joke:
Those born in the 1950s are politically poor and wandering around;
After the 1960s, in the political era, most became officials;
Those born in the 1970s caught up with the reform and opening up and became popular;
Most of the poor children of those born in the 1980s and those born in the 1950s are in dire straits;
The children of the post-90s and post-00s, post-60s and post-70s generations, in addition to the second generation of rich people, are the second generation of officials.
But it makes sense. This article is about a group of hard-working people born in the 1980s. They have no money, no power, and no family background that they can use.
They have ideals and ambitions, but they are forced to squeeze their increasingly thin ideals in the face of reality. They are full of passion and motivation, but they often suffer defeat in the face of reality.
They were once in a hurry, climbed very high and saw far; they would also huddle in a corner, secretly wipe the tears from the corners of their eyes, stand up again and show others a smile.
They have seen the most prosperous world, but they still cannot let go of their childhood nostalgia.
They have gone to college and carry forward their fathers' dream of "bringing glory to their ancestors" and have weakened their inner ideals.
They weakened their shoulders in front of reality and their family, and suddenly one day they saw a love that was moldy and infested with maggots in the corner.
Day after day, year after year, they dream of urban dreams, drifting up and down in the city, with the embarrassment of being labeled "two nothings" forever on their faces.
They floated up and down, rose and fell several times in the sea of people, and even forgot the gesture of looking up at the sky in the morning light and sunset.
What is love? Love is a powerful force that makes people want to live and die.
Love is also a subtle existence that is easily given up in the face of powerful reality.