The last weekend before the Lunar New Year.
Under the "painstaking thinking" of recent work, life and personal parties, I finished reading the second half of "Camellia Stationery Shop" today, and reviewed the "Summer" and "Autumn" chapters of the opening chapter from the beginning.
As for why "summer, autumn, winter, spring"? I hadn't noticed it before, but I was probably gradually reconciling with myself and reconciling with my grandmother of the previous generation. Probably this is also the reason why I am in the haze in the second half and see the shimmer through my fingers.
Maybe next time, when I read it again, I will feel differently. However, this is life itself, different but sometimes resonant.
"Except for the flowers, the branches and roots, and the traces of insect bites, everything is beautiful."
"Does waking up noodles mean waking up the dough?" Did you snore when the dough was sleeping?" Yes, just now the snoring sound is like thunder. "
Wishing you a passerby, Good Night & Happy New Year. [Heart] [Heart]