1/ Overtime#
Today is Sunday, which should be a day off, but in reality it's not. We need to work overtime today. Overtime means that we shouldn't be working today, but we have to because we will have a holiday in a few days, the May Day holiday. However, the holiday takes up two working days, so we have to make up for those two days. We should still be grateful for the five-day holiday we have been given. Because it's overtime, it can only be considered as making up for the missed work, not actual work.
2/ Chaotic Video Editing#
Recently, I have been learning video editing, not to create outstanding videos, but to promote products on short video platforms. This is an attempt to earn extra income. I have always believed that video creation requires inspiration. By inspiration, I mean when your video transitions, what the video style is like, and what you want to express, etc...
But what I have encountered is not like that. The basic steps are to splice ready-made materials together, add relevant captions, and attach the desired products to the bottom of the video. This completes a promotional video.
However, this type of video has no technical content at all. Anyone familiar with editing software can do it. My goal is actually to make viewers buy the products they see in the video and earn commissions.
After a while, which is now or the day before yesterday, I have basically given up on editing videos. One reason is because I'm busy, and the other important reason is that the videos I have posted have no earnings. This has been a big blow to me. Of course, many friends have told me that this is a probability issue. Sometimes, you can sell products with random videos, but sometimes, even if you put in a lot of effort to create exquisite videos, the views won't increase. I should persist for a while.
I am a typical person who loses interest after a short period of time. I know I have this problem, so I plan to persist after returning from the May Day holiday.
3/ Ten Years of Tree Planting#
When I was a child, I used to plant trees with my grandmother. She would ride a tricycle, dragging a bundle of seedlings and carrying me. It took about fifteen minutes to ride from home to the field, passing through a forest and then arriving at the farmland. The place for planting trees was a large pit with an area of about sixty square meters. My grandmother told me that this piece of land was cleared by my grandfather and her when they were young, and ordinary people didn't have such land.
That piece of land was very far from the well, and in those days, it was mostly irrigated by manually carrying water.
I remember my grandmother telling me, "The trees we are planting now are called poplar trees. Trees like these usually take ten or eight years to grow and truly take root in the ground. They can have leaves that block the sun and the wind. We are now working hard to water them and protect them from being blown down by strong winds or eaten by sheep and pigs. In the future, these trees will protect our land from being blown away by the wind."
At that time, I was naive and only interested in playing. Whenever my grandmother asked me to hold the tree while she filled the soil, she had to shout loudly for me to hear, because grasshoppers and crickets were more interesting than planting trees.
Last autumn, when I drove past that piece of land, the trees in it had grown very tall. They were about twenty meters high, with leaves connected to each other, rustling in the wind. I knew that these trees had also understood what my grandmother said back then: when they grow up, they need to block the wind and protect the land.