A piece of sugar in a tired middle-aged life has been in my hometown for nearly half a month, and it was already dark when I arrived home last night. I couldn't sleep at four o'clock in the morning this morning, worried about the problem of building a house for my mother-in-law. People to middle age

A piece of sugar in a tired middle-aged life

After staying in my hometown for nearly half a month,

It was already dark when I got home last night.

I couldn't sleep at four o'clock in the morning today.

Worried about the problem of building a house for my mother-in-law.

People to middle age,

Have understood that there is nothing that can be done about it,

It's no use worrying.

I simply got up and went downstairs to the courtyard to have a look.

as expected

Wild grass,

I want to pull grass but feel that I can't start,

And look at the wall.

Succulents also died a few pots.

Look up,

Lotus flowers in a jar,

Slim

White as jade,

Surprises come,

Lotus flowers that have been raised continuously for more than ten years,

Opened for the first time this year.

Silently open in the August morning light,

Beautiful alone,

So caught off guard,

In my heart,

An inch of joy was spoken.

Tired middle-aged life is like this,

In the slag of broken glass in a place,

There was a piece of sugar hidden.