Different from the other friends, I, Vincent, do not like our times. Sometimes I like recalling the days I had spent or very old days that I even had no experience. The evil now of this world is its too many choice dazzling our eyes and mind. The latter easily cause some disaster if it is not work well as before, here we stress the normal state of sonething. If I wanna a purse, I may firstly think of getting fake purses, for they are not the luxuries.
How many know the economic state of our country? No one knows the hardship some one else is expericing silently. What a great tragedy in our surroundings. I remember the day when I sadly Entered into my cousin’s store. She comfort me because I had just suffer from unimagined faiilures in job hunting. Before my reluctant leaving from the small house, she passed me a brown purse, I accepted it as a encouraging sentence I need badly in that hard times.
Yeah, she is not enough wealthy beyond my limited imagination, she has got a 7-year-old son. The fake bags is something symbolic to her tangible life and not cheerful prospect. She and her husband have no choice to tackle more difficult problems. This is just the lives of group after 1970s.
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