I have a cousin, who is in her forties, and she immigrated to Vancouver, Canada, with two children under the age of ten, a family of four. I went there half a year ago and took advantage of the Christmas holiday to come back to visit the old man and invited us to have some food and drink.
I made an appointment with their family to go to the Eagle’s Nest Room of the Hilton Hotel in Central. It was once a prominent place in the 1960s and 1970s, and was home to well-dressed celebrities. Today, it has been moved to the edge of Mong Kok. The name remains the same, so we can have a meal and have a good time together. As soon as everyone sat down, they talked about immigration, Vancouver, and Canada, and they kept talking. They said that they had to wait in line for eight hours to see the doctor, and that they had no medicine to take if they had a fever for two weeks. They just told me to rest, drink water, and not go back to school. I want to find a private doctor, I want to find a private hospital, but every day, I look at my daughter, the thermometer goes up and down, and I feel uneasy. I really have to pray to God and recite the magic spell to live every day.
This cousin, the Hong Kong Prime Minister, has finished counting Canada’s socialist and medical infrastructure services. Moreover, there are no servants, only hourly helpers, but they cannot cross boundaries. That is to say, washing dishes does not include holding the bed, and shoveling snow does not include taking out the trash. Therefore, the couple must get up before six o’clock and work until the evening. At ten o’clock, when the two little daughters fall asleep, they can enter the private realm. I thought to myself, if you marry a golden son-in-law and pursue a Canadian passport, your husband’s family will be able to make your Canadian dream come true. However, after more than a year, you have been crying for nothing.
After hearing about my cousin’s immigration nightmare, I thought about her deceased father. When I was a child, her father was my fifth uncle. He was tall and handsome, much prettier than President Ma Ying-jeou of Taiwan. The fifth uncle is polite, courteous, self-disciplined, and filial, perfect score. I thought of him, and I remembered that every New Year’s Day, I would always go to my grandma’s house where I lived at nine o’clock in the morning, kneel down, pour tea, and serve tea to my mother. We, the children, all received big red envelopes from him. As the saying goes, the big red envelope is five yuan, which was a lot of money at that time. Every New Year’s Day is the only day in the year that I have the joy of winning the Mark Six Lottery. You can call your grandpa the five yuan profit that was made more than sixty years ago. Let me tell you the purchasing power of five yuan at that time. In those days, when people died, the entire greenhouse was built upstairs from the street as a staircase. The deceased ancestors were carried out of the window by the coffin ladder and sent downstairs. The ancestors were put into the coffin and placed on the street, and then a coffin was built. It is only in wealthy families that they have the habit of throwing five immortals into the fire. The five immortals are tied to the head of the queen to fight for zero. I and a group of street boys, when our ancestors perform rituals and worship our ancestors, we throw gold into the fire. With clear eyes, I lowered my head and looked at the empresses of those rich families. In what direction did they fall into the fire? When all the family members and friends left and everyone dispersed, my brothers and sisters and I grabbed the wooden sticks and went to dig out the ashes of the fire to look for the queen. If you find one or two of the Five Immortals, when I didn’t have three meals a day, I could go buy fried dough sticks and Tingzi porridge. I would have a delicious late-night snack, and I wouldn’t have to toss and turn so hungry that I couldn’t fall asleep. So when I received the five-yuan gift from Da Mian Fei, even to this day, I regard Uncle Wu as a great benefactor.
When the fifth uncle was young, he attended a private school called Bubu Zhai for one or two years in the countryside of Enping. In 1949, when the civil war between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party ended, he came to Hong Kong and knew nothing. He was actually blind and had no knowledge of photography. I opened a photography company and established a good relationship with a travel agency to take photos of Japanese tourists. I then distributed ceramic plates and bought them to Japanese people who thought they could take photos for free. However, the Japanese tourists had to buy back their own porcelain plates. If you want to show off, you have to pay. After this plan was implemented, Uncle Wu came up with the idea. My fifth uncle ABC didn’t know a single letter in English, but I actually saw him chatting with Japanese guys in fluent Japanese. In those days, Shunde’s sister worked as a ghost worker, and she could talk to the ghost boss. This is It is the spirit under the Lion Rock: to achieve the goal, work hard, do your job well, and surpass yourself.
The Damiantai five-yuan banknote of that year
In the 1970s, Hong Kong Zhou Street, car after car, Japanese duck tour group. But in the 1980s, the American bosses who considered themselves the world’s policemen were seriously injured after defeating the Vietnam War, dragging down the American empire and causing economic decline. As for Japan, a country that was defeated in World War II, it is not allowed to build an army or expand military equipment. Therefore, it can go all out to develop its economy and slowly increase the economic scale of its boss, the American Empire. But the boss is the boss. No matter how you recognize the boss, how you obey, or how you kowtow, the US boss will knock down any country that will surpass its economy. Therefore, after the 1980s, Japan no longer has a national destiny, because as a junior, you can only accept your fate and have no choice but to resist. In the past few decades, the worst thing has happened to the Japanese people. From everyone being rich, living a comfortable life, and having the purchasing power recognized as the first in the world, to today it is no longer what it used to be. The country has no money and is afraid of borrowing huge amounts of national debt and paying dividends. Even after the Russia-Ukraine war, energy prices soared and inflation reappeared, interest rates were not raised. Elderly people who made money in the 1980s, because banks did not interest and Japanese people are very law-abiding, some people kept their life savings at home with tens of thousands of dollars. In recent years, Japan has experienced typhoons and torrential rains again and again. I don’t know how many people have given them tens of thousands. The heavy rain washed away the people and hurt countless Japanese hearts. The Japanese abide by the law and principles, are full of craftsman spirit, restrained and absolutely obedient. Today, they are going to continue to make fakes. The world’s largest Japanese car manufacturer, Toyota Motor’s sub-brand, Daihatsu Motor, faked data, and the government ordered it to stop production. The obedience of the Japanese is universally recognized, but the captain of the navy can enter the runway indiscriminately. Fortunately, after the passenger plane collided, the plane was completely destroyed, but no one was killed. Unfortunately, it was a navy plane, and five people died and one was seriously injured.
Every time there is a disaster in our country, there are people with yellow hair and albino people who say it is a divine punishment. Today, there have been thousands of earthquakes in Japan, and they haven’t stopped yet. I wonder if the Japanese, who are restrained and absolutely obedient, are making sounds of pain. They are so unhappy and painful in their hearts, and they are wailing in their hearts, which makes the earth angry and landslides. Do Japanese politicians want to take the right path and seek happiness for the people?
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Earlier, I had dinner with three of my old middle-level colleagues in the media. I told them, “Next week I will go back to the countryside of Japan to eat sashimi. I will go on a boat to sacrifice my stomach and intestines so that I can satisfy my food god.”
After hearing this, I said, “You, Sanjou, go to Japan several times a year. My ancestors lived in the countryside, and I have never heard of you. I have never set foot in it. I have become a Japanese, and I am related to your parents and ancestors. There is also the so-called Japanese fish.” , except for Okura Hotel, where the Emperor goes in and out of fish and fish restaurants, most of the rest, the fish and fish in supermarkets outside and inside the store are raised on fish farms. The Japanese proprietors, for the sake of survival rate, use steroids and antibiotics to raise them. Furthermore, today the Sea of Japan is full of Radiation nutrients, radiation fish, you weigh one boat after another, nuclear radiation fish will be eaten raw. In addition, in the past few years, the nature of Japan has changed, and big cities such as Tokyo and other cities are calling for boiling water. They are all slanderous, and their attitude is not what it used to be, but the price is still attractive. Why don’t you use your vacation to go to Europe to live in mountains, stay in monasteries, and experience European Zen? Go to Europe A small town. Let’s sigh about the retired chef Mi Tsai. He returned to the countryside to retire and opened a small hotel with a creative private kitchen. I once lived in the quiet town where Van Gogh lived before his death. Famous paintings and sights can be seen from every step. Mi Tsai Chef Hotel, 500 HKD per night, sit in the underground restaurant, eat unforgettable food, and look at the famous scenery. Speaking of today, the scenery is born in the mind, the taste buds taste the wine, and the stomach is filled with delicious food. Or if you like Japan, you should Go to Nara to live in a temple and participate in Japanese Zen. Japanese Zen masters can marry and have children. You are nearly 40. If you marry a Japanese master and give birth to a Chinese-Japanese child, you can be dignified and call Japan your country.”
I recently opened the website and saw the report. It was said that the female racing star who helped Hong Kong win the Olympic bronze medal was dissatisfied with the fact that someone was making trouble for her as a media commentator at the Asian Games in Hangzhou. She actually expressed her support loudly in her own comments and under global reports. Japan is attacking its own motherland. She was even more dissatisfied when someone said she was unpatriotic, so she told the Hong Kong people who corrected her to stop being Chinese thugs.
After watching Li Cheshen’s report, I really want to learn how to report to Uncle Cao Renchao before writing. The article is nonsense and is like killing a sheep. I have long forgotten and cannot remember that year. Watching a live TV show, I saw the God of Ox and Car, using his wisdom to add the strongest legs in the world, defeating his opponents and winning the glory. I was so excited that I wrote a new chapter praising the God of Ox and Car and winning the medal. I know in my heart today that if the God of Bullocks and Chariots was not Chinese, even if she was a cow that surpassed the Indian sacred cow, I would not be so impulsive and praise her. I saw her today and she wrote a letter telling people in Hong Kong not to be Chinese thugs. I feel so good and sad. If the Chinese don’t become Chinese thugs, they won’t let us become traitors, become yellow-white albino people, and do it day and night online for nothing, inserting bribes and putting blame on us, and scolding our motherland.
Today, I am almost 70 years old. I always pay attention to new things and travel to different countries to learn. Of course, Japan has something to learn from. But in life, do you need to see more and walk more, instead of being alone and complacent, sitting in a well and looking at the sky? Change is eternal, the world It’s so big, if we don’t walk more, see the earth, get into different ethnic groups, feel their lives, and learn from their strengths, how can we make progress? If you are Chinese, you will not be angry with the Chinese or support the Chinese, but support the Japanese Empire which once invaded China, killed our compatriots, killed countless Chinese, and killed our ancestors and relatives. Even if Japan has never done this, as a Chinese, they do not support their compatriots. After thinking about it for a few days, and having a dinner party with old colleagues, we talked about traveling for fun, and that I only loved going back to the countryside in Japan. I pondered for a few days, whether they, when they were young and innocent, had deliberately boycotted China for the British Hong Kong government. Culture advocates what we should do. Western democratic capitalist culture has made us have the same skin color. For more than a thousand years, we have loved to learn. In the prosperous Tang Dynasty in China, culture and all crafts have evolved into today’s Japanese culture, and they have also been learned by the Japanese. It seems that our country is orderly, everyone is polite, and the craftsmanship makes her unconsciously fall in love with Japan. Therefore, most people are unknowingly accommodating. Most people follow blindly and do not know how to think independently. I know how to compare, but I don’t know how to separate myself from arguments. More importantly, they don’t know how to improve, to be leaders, to be shepherds, they only know how to be sheep forever, following the past, still being good footsteps, not paying attention to the surroundings, the beautiful scenery is constantly sublimating, the Communist Party, in the early years, first settled the people, Today we are rich and we teach. The country has become prosperous and beautiful, and the people today are rich and polite. More than three years ago, I met a simple chef in the three northeastern provinces. He politely refused to tip. I met him at the market in the morning and even gave him a peach full of human touch. Around April this year, I stood on the streets of Hangzhou and lamented China’s development. Hangzhou’s urban design was catching up with Tokyo and the prosperity of the rural residents in the suburbs. I was dumbfounded. Last week, the Thai food in Shenzhen Vientiane City, the service is better than that in Tokyo, Japan, and the taste is good and authentic, surpassing the world. Last week, I went to Shen Yip Shangcheng, a health-preserving Guangzhou restaurant, with good food and good feelings. Today is unforgettable.
Most people in society have to work hard every day in order to survive. They are like gear machines, carrying a soulless body to work. They are no different from AI robots, repeating stereotyped operations day and night. Every day, from the apartment to the work place, to eating, cooking and dressing, there are all comings and goings, which rooms, which sets, and which flavors. Is liberation so wonderful? If you don’t play other roles or eat yourself, you won’t taste the delicious food? These three middle management friends of mine are typical gear robots, and there seems to be no difference between them and AI robots. Talking back to the Cyclist God, does it seem to her that three of my good friends are gear cyclists. Unconsciously, they have substituted themselves into Japan and supported Japan. It seems that they are really supporting Japan, and they feel like they are in the countryside. But she must one day take time to think about it. After returning to China in 1997, she is Chinese, which is also her golden starting point. It is the funds of Hong Kong, China, to accompany her. More importantly, it makes her grow, make her famous, and make her stand. On the Olympic podium is her Chinese mentor, the father of Hong Kong cycling, Shen Jinkang, a Chinese. I hope that Li Hui, the car god of poetry, will have her name, be wise, not forget her roots, and have long-lasting wisdom.
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2024-01-07 03:03:57
