現實一生

If you have money, it doesn't matter how many children you have. If you don't have money, don't have children. Spend 25 years to raise a child of 1 million. Become a 996 employee. 30 years as a housemaid. At the age of 35, it is possible to lose your job. Therefore, the capitalists thank you. Banks also thank you. Only your children don't thank you. I grew up like this when I was a kid. Have sweet potatoes, eat sweet potatoes. Have a pot, eat a pot. And my parents don't care. During the holidays, I play with my friends. Play mud, touch fish in the river. No need to spend a penny. At that time, the child was 6 or 7 years old. I can do farm work for my family. When I grow up, I will be in jail when I am more than 10 years old. I eat and live at home. Low cost. I work for my family. All the income is controlled and distributed by my parents. Until I give my parents a pension. This is the end. Now, the childbirth begins. Kindergarten. Classroom. Learning room. Tutoring. All the way to college graduation. Even graduate students. Then buy a house, buy a car, bring a child. It's a cycle again. It's not just about money and manpower. There is also the heart of the parents. When it's hard to raise him up. His labor was taken away by the capitalists. The child's salary is only enough to maintain survival. The child's parents have no benefits. Instead, a lot of time, freedom, resources are invested to support the child. So the more children are born, the more they lose. The more you lose, the more you don't give birth. Because we don't know what the marriage life is about. Besides, we are cattle and horses. The birth of the child is also a cattle and horse. The money is left without money. What about love? It's all left without love. So the bitterness is left to the people who can eat the most. Who can eat the bitterness? Just eat a little bit of bitterness. When I was a kid, I didn't know that a thin rope could tie a cow. Let it work in the field for a lifetime. Now, a handful of invisible shackles. Trapped countless people in square feet. It turns out that the cow and we have common shortcomings. The cow's nose is too soft. Afraid of pain. Our life is too short. Afraid of poverty. The cow's life is only for grass. Our life is only for warmth.