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The Thorn Bird In The Rain
Thanks to the rain. Were not there rain falling, my tears could have betrayed my tolerance. Now I can walk, in the rain, while crying voicelessly and unnoticably.
That day, I saw a little girl accompanying her mom. She seemed to be delighted to go out seeing so much, her voice bouncing happiness, her eyes shining. Years before, I must have been like her. How time flies before I know it.
I remember that day. After a year blan,, I encountered quite a lot to get a new start from zero ( if not minus ). It was not easy. It took me only one month to get offers 6 years ago, one of which from a nameful group company after I sent out my first resume. It took me also a month to get offers 2 years ago after a year blank, but from a 5-person little firm. Then another two months to get another two offers, both from dispath companies, which type of company I'm so reluctant to work for. But, being feminine, over 30, foreigner (especially Chinese), a year blank, all these contributed to my fate of being a dispatched worker. What's worse, the diplomatic relationship between Japan and China had gone even worse during that period, which had worsened my situation.
I was rejected by several projects because of my nationality. As I could not be sent out to earn money for my employer dispatch company, faces of those management class went worse and worse. Finally a project quite far away from where I lived granted me a chance. After it was decided that day, I walked from that building to the station, also in rain, also cried voicelessly in tears. It was late November, and I was in suit. Bitter coldness had chilled to my bones. I felt sinking in deep cold water, drowning in pitfalls, and landing seemed impossible, faraway and so much difficult.
For more than one time, I ask how much bitterness I have to endure before there comes a real change, but I don't know to whom I can ask.
For more than one time, it comes to my edge, and I'm wondering how much can I stand any more.
It seems to me that the rain has never stopped since years before. It seems to me the sky over my head has been gray for years. There seemed to be no way out, there were thorns all around, seamlessly. Little by little, bit by bit, step by step, a narrow outlet to get out with mouth, both hands and feet, from inside the thorns. What a way. |
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