Haichuan Gratitude Season – The First \"Pot of Gold\" for Backpackers [Workplace Section 007]

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This post was last edited by leileienn on 2016-2-19 at 19:12. The first sum of money one earns in life may be the result of hard work for some people, while for others it might be an unexpected income; it varies from person to person... As the saying goes, “It’s better to teach someone how to fish than to give them fish.” When we were just learning to talk and walk, our parents taught us not only how to walk but, more importantly, how to learn new things. The moment we step out of the university gates and leave behind the innocent and simple campus life, it means we must adapt to this colorful and bustling society. It’s over now; we’ve met each other. There’s so much deceit, hidden motives behind smiles, and unbearable suffering. All kinds of hardships and grievances come rushing to mind in an instant. At such times, don’t we feel that our parents’ care and teachers’ strictness are truly comforting? Do you suddenly feel ashamed of that impatience back then, of those clenched teeth? It was completely wrong. Teaching you the ways of life and endowing you with the power of knowledge – these are our benefactors, as well as the \"gold\" we reap from them. In 2009, still a sophomore, I responded to the call of my school and to the realities of society by stepping out of my comfort zone at an early age and taking the first difficult steps, signing a contract with a private company. I went to work in a daze, full of enthusiasm to realize the dreams I had planned for many years; I believed that with such ambition, success was inevitable. I worked hard, strived earnestly, yet the cruelty of reality dealt a harsh blow to my immature and not-sohandsome face; the bright red marks from that blow are still clearly visible. The young heart immediately felt as though the world was coming to an end; the sky was completely dark, and hope was shattered. He arrived, slowly. What was brought wasn’t a piece of bread, nor was it a cup of milk; it was still that harsh slap. Tell me, that’s just how society is – your efforts don’t necessarily yield rewards, what’s before your eyes isn’t necessarily true, and what’s conveyed through words still isn’t genuine. As a college student, if I can’t bear such hardships or disappointments, then I’m no better than a fool who picks up trash on the streets... Back then, I was full of youthful vigor; my kind nature, along with family traditions that valued respecting the elderly, prevented me from challenging him. Perhaps heaven thought this boy could still be saved; maybe it was that inherited temperament. Gradually, he began to strike harder and faster, and I slowly came to enjoy that feeling of being abused. In the cold winter, a small figure endures the chill, with that persistent \"backpacker\" always following closely behind, stepping firmly up the ladders in the utility tunnels. No matter how difficult it is, that small figure always leaves behind a trail of footprints; no matter how complex it is, the dog sticker always tries its best to imitate and replicate it. Time slips away quietly, like the water in a stream; no matter how fast one tries to catch it, it’s impossible to retrieve it… As the weather shifts from warm to cold, two springs and autumns pass in the blink of an eye. The company’s construction and testing are nearing completion, and it is about to start operating normally. The HR department begins assigning positions, but the world of those who travel light is once again filled with pain – the ideal positions are not available to them. Yet, these travelers no longer feel that this setback is so devastating or heart-wrenching; instead, they long for that world of footprints, as well as for those small, out-of-reach figures that they cannot surpass. He arrived slowly, and what he brought was not bread, nor milk; instead, it were sincere words: This place is merely a platform for you; once you enrich your own world, there will be space for you in it everywhere. Why worry over such a small corner of it? Life is like a play, and I am the backpacker in that play. This is the first ‘profit’ for a backpacker: my mentor, who tirelessly taught me! Now, I have been away from him for a long time; perhaps I miss him too much and haven’t called, or maybe I have nothing to say because of my lack of achievements. In any case, I haven’t reached out or visited him in ages. Today, I want to thank Hai Chuan and my friends for giving me this opportunity to express all the warmth and gratitude I have in my heart. I’ve held these feelings inside for too long; I really wanted to say thank you to you! I wonder: Are you doing well? Through this platform, I hope that all my friends at sea can also wish my experienced teacher good health and a constant smile!