Re-Tong

When I was a teenager, an uncle named Jimin came back to the village. At first I wasn't sure why he wanted to go back to the village. Later, I gradually learned from the villagers that he couldn't make much money working in a big city. They cheated on their relationship, and some spread rumors that Jimin had been defrauded of money and was infected with sexually transmitted diseases. Gradually, I became less fond of uncle Jimin. I can only say that he was a dispensable person in my heart. But as I slowly entered the society, I was surprised. The strange discovery is that I have lived like Jimin, and I have gradually become the object of despise and ridicule in the eyes and mouths of the villagers. I feel like I have fallen into an abyss, living the same life as Jimin. Maybe this abyss is still swallowing more people, or maybe we are all forced into the abyss, living in darkness, with no freedom to talk about, and even speaking loudly is a mistake. I think people can't always be so sad, right? You have to find a way to get out of this damn abyss! But who will incarnate and light the first torch in this abyss? After all, pushing and pushing doesn't work out. I think people should be more relaxed, but not confused. It will take some time. After all, there are still some people watching the fire on the shore? Waiting to sit back and enjoy the results.