Sunrise and sunset in the factory: my days of dancing with machines

 In that noisy factory, I am an unknown worker. Every day, accompanied by the roar of the machine, I start a day's work. The morning sun shines through the window and sprinkles on the cold machine, but it can't warm my tired heart. I wear rough work clothes, step on the hard ground, and start repetitive and monotonous work. Time passes quietly in the operation of the machine, and my sweat soaks my clothes. The tools in my hands seem to be my only connection with the world. I feel the coldness of the metal, but forget the warmth of life. The factory environment is noisy and noisy, but it can't cover up the loneliness in my heart. Colleagues come and go, and they are just passers-by to each other. Day after day, year after year, I spend my youth in this small space. Looking at the mountains of products, I can't help asking myself: Is this my life? However, I know that I have no choice. For life and for my family, I must persevere. In this sad journey, I also see the light of hope. That is the time to get together with my family after get off work; that is the comfort in my heart when I get my salary. The light and shadow of the factory witnessed my sweat and tears, and also witnessed my persistence and struggle. Perhaps, this is the true meaning of life. In this noisy world, I am an ordinary factory worker. I use my own hands to create the hope of life. Although it is sad, I still move forward firmly.