Weekends, warm sun, hair is not easy

At noon on the weekend, there is no noise, the air is quiet, the sun is warm on the face, so comfortable, the sound of the son turning the book next to it is inexplicably comfortable, the sound of Mao's difficult singing echoes in the heart, simple but very deep, directly hit the depths of the soul. The big chimney of the boiler room is spitting out smoke rings non-stop, the house is very warm, the warm heart is empty, and the daily troubles are brought to themselves by their own obsessions, in fact, such a quiet afternoon, empty, slow, very good! Looking at the world from another angle, you will find his warm and colorful side. Life has no road in vain, if after a thousand years, suddenly look back, you will find that the strong heart experienced by those difficult times is the best gift that the years have given you! It is precisely because of those dim and dull days that you will grow sparklingly.