Today is a very happy day, a good day to remember. I seem to have something to do with "broken pieces". In the middle of the year, i smashed a plate, and the next day I won the Spring Festival "Pastry Gift Package" award, and I was excited for many days. On the day of the sting on March 5, the day before yesterday, a freshly inserted vase of flowers was pushed down by the wind outside the window and rolled down and shattered. At that time, I was still muttering in my heart, and my husband also teased me: Today, is there anything exquisite about this broken peace? I didn't expect that today's March 7th headlines received the first income in my life, although the income is very low, a bit embarrassing, not worth showing off, but it means a lot to me. It was a good start and it gave me confidence.
It's so much fun. Two "broken" happy events, the first was material, the second was spiritual. The latter is better than the former. Riding on the pleasure, I fiddled with the flower arrangement again, and inserted a large-leaf begonia branch into the original green lotus flower arrangement. Tomorrow is March 8th Women's Day, add some flowers to yourself, the joy of flowers. It's so pretty, you can see it when you look up, and you can have a good mood. No one doesn't like flowers.
Retirement talk is boring and tedious, and for a while, I felt that the days drifted away day by day, which was really a waste. Life is so strange, when I was young, I loved words, pens and pieces of paper carried in my bag, like a fascination, sometimes in order to record the momentary inspiration, I could hide in the toilet. At that time, I wanted too much to have a lot of free time... Years are like a knife, and when they grind away time, they also wear away their sharp edges and wear off their enthusiasm. At that time, I often thought about how to wait for retirement, but when I had time, I had no passion and no fighting spirit. Some are just piled up memories, and a little unwilling.
Today is a good start, I hope that every day can be spent in fullness, no regrets.
Flowers blossom and fall Flowers have no regrets
Full moon lack moon no regrets
Scenery inside and outside who sinks and floats
The sunset slopes down and the trend is
