When I was a child, I thought that a day was too long, especially when I went to school, I always looked forward to the coming of Sunday, and even more looked forward to the arrival of the Spring Festival; when I grew up, the hand of time was like someone dialing it quickly

When I was a child, I thought that a day was too long, especially when I went to school, I always looked forward to the coming of Sunday soon, and even more looked forward to the arrival of the Spring Festival; when I grew up, the hand of time was like someone who was moving rapidly, and it was the end of the year, and it was over.

This is not, casually look at the day, the tenth day of the new year, this Spring Festival has passed like this, as if it has nothing to do with me, so plain and plain past, just like my life.

Life is as plain as boiled water, drinking too much sometimes want to taste the taste of other drinks, but I am afraid of suddenly drinking a bitter, spicy and salty taste, and I am afraid that I can't bear it.