Since living in the village, I am usually woken up in the morning by the rooster of the next door neighbor, sometimes squinting a little longer, sometimes opening my eyes to see the light of the morning glow, and immediately rushing to the top of the building to watch the sunrise.
One morning when I was still confused and wondering whether to get up, I heard the "leader" calling out to me, and the sun that had risen that day was red, a very red red.
I ran as fast as I could to the top of the building, moved out of the corridor the recliner I had specially placed on the top floor, and lay down to watch the sun change from red to dazzling yellow, to watch the morning birds fly overhead, and to see the egrets fly over the rice paddies. Morning and evening light and shadow change rapidly, as if in the blink of an eye will miss a few beautiful pictures, the wind blows the clouds in and out, and the light shining on the clouds changes every minute and every second.
If you look closely, you will find that the fantastic light and shadow in the works of the Impressionists are real, and perhaps these wonderful and changing lights and shadows directly hit the hearts of the painters, prompting them to express the emotions of the moment with the pulsating colors.
After watching the sunrise, go downstairs to pick some home-grown organic vegetables, cook a good breakfast, and then make yourself a cup of coffee when you are full, and everything on the day is particularly smooth.
An early day is really earned.