I Am a Teacher in a Vocational School

Calm down and think about it, who can you rely on and trust in this life? Along the way, my luggage is full of ups and downs. I get used to silence, adapt to loneliness, and learn to heal myself. One day, I taste the ruthlessness of society, the pressure of money, the danger of human heart and the unbearable love. You will eventually understand that no matter how spacious other people's roofs are, they cannot be compared to having an umbrella in your own hand. The pass is difficult and the pass is passed, the road ahead is long and bright, knowing the warmth and coldness, overcoming the sorrow and joy, quietly collapsing, silently healing, all kinds of tastes are life!