Today is the twelfth day of writing, it is snowing lightly outside, it is quite cold.
I want to be warm in the bed, and the child says: No.
I wanted to stumble in the air-conditioned room, and the child said: No.
I wanted to drink a cup of hot milk tea, and the child said: No.
He can make the temperature in the bed freeze; he can make you peel melon seeds to doubt life; he can make you warm the milk tea a little and drink it yourself.
So I chose to write quietly at such a noisy moment, even if my hands and feet were cold, even if the child went in and out twenty-three times, disturbing me from talking, I still tried to write a serious mood.
Remember, when you can't be quiet, you should choose to copy books, and it will be very unpleasant to interrupt repeatedly. #写字 #
