The life of a civil engineer

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The life of a civil engineer I am a road builder, leaving my hometown and working abroad. My legs are weak from tiredness during the day, and I am still busy with materials at night. The road is still long after the iron shoes have broken through, and the measuring instruments are carried on my shoulders. On sunny days, the sun shines on me, and on rainy days, there are two lines of mud on the ground. The pain of homesickness is hidden in my heart, and I wander around the world.* It’s normal. I have been away from home for many years, unable to go home to accompany my parents. I have no care for life-long events, and relatives and friends rush to celebrate. I can’t express the pain in my heart, and can only laugh at the answers. How can I buy a commercial house with only a small salary? I can’t breathe, and I am confused about where to go. The lovers are separated, and the younger sister hopes that the eldest brother will return home soon. The bitterness of lovesickness is difficult for the younger sister to swallow, and the distance makes love yellow. A good girl does not marry a road repairman, but keeps an empty house all year round. She has no time to think about trivial matters at home, and feels ashamed of her wife and mother. The hazy moonlight spreads on the ground, and the brothers gather together for wine. They have no regrets and embark on this road, and we work together to sail.