Get rid of boredom, go to the place where fireworks are sold in the world, search for something that can bring you joy, gently pick it up, and put it into life.
Happily wandering between the shelves of the supermarket, a strong breath of life comes to the face, and the warm feeling settles the dust of the wandering trivia.
The hustle and bustle under the lights, the most arousing of all hearts, the need to choose the taste buds and the likes in the heart, the expectation is to be polluted by fireworks, to be considerate of life. The yearning for the rest of his life is an ordinary day that is usually plain, with the fragrance painted with Taoist scars, ups and downs on the road of life, and then settled in a poem, pen and ink.
The road to work, draped in sparks, carries the moonlight. The light box of the market around the corner, so bright, is the yearning of the autumn night moths.
The shelves are jagged and full of dazzling, as if the seasons are turning back, and the summer flowers are blooming again. Stop at the colorful time, walk into the aroma of meat and wine, although the taste of the world is pure joy, but sometimes, you also need to get drunk vigorously.
Ordinary days, stacked time, strolling through a few rows of flowers, picking chai rice oil and salt, boiling idleness, and wading through the years.
Through the gaps in the bottles and cans, listening to the sound of plastic rubbing, the poetry is the beauty of the world, ordinary, but beautiful.
Finally knowing that the great beauty of the world is ordinary, a few joys, a few deaths. Those future diaries that have not been opened hope to have the scenery that they yearn for at this moment.
The cherry blossom cakes scattered on the counter are as sweet as the love of the past, and the colorful agreements of spring come and go, healing the mood after being injured.
In the old dreams of the past, the faint figures and hazy daily life are all frozen in a photo album, all the way to the colorful scenery, a beautiful scenery.
The fish that are randomly selected in the glass jar are doomed to the lament of the ending. At the moment, I was staring at them, and some pity rose in my heart, but more than that, I was hungry, salivating in my mouth, trying to drip my lips.
Although fate can be controlled by oneself, there are still too many souls to escape from the failed struggle.
The falling flowers are lightly dyed porcelain white, as if the new tea set can invite the mood more. A wisp of light overhead provoked, as if a pot of coarse tea was boiling, holding the life of the couple.
Stand by the shelves full of tea sets, waiting to be redeemed by the days that are as indifferent as water. I remembered the figure of the decadent nest in the sofa in a daze, and the few wisps of fragrance released by the tea smell that drifted in the sun.
The tea set before the case is old, and there is still tea scale that does not want to be whisked away. With tea every day, it's time to change into a new set of cups and re-decorate the table. It's not a necessary thing, it's just a spoiled mood.
Tea has a new meaning, but still owes a sweet, pack a few desserts, out of the streamer lights, break into the ink twilight, in the direction of home, step by step.
Suddenly, a gust of wind came, and the leaves of the trees swayed synchronously, holding the rhythm of the seasons, like a very happy maiden, deftly dancing in the light and shadow.
The neon streets are transformed into an oil painting, in which the pacing crowds use different stories to bloom with bustling fireworks and gather in the small town.
Back at home, put away the old tea set, start a new life, lights and candles, autumn moon spit, ordinary days, a pair of idle shadows, rambling about life.
The past of the old tea set brewing is still vividly remembered, and the rest of the life of the new tea set brewing is more worthy of love and yearning.
The older I get, the more I like the simplicity of life, picking vegetables and fruits, and writing idyllic feelings. A handful of warm tea boils in the midst of stacked fireworks.
The most beautiful days are often hidden in the dullness. Idle, go to the supermarket to find the breath of fireworks in the world, and experience the truth of the world in the hustle and bustle.
People who choose goods in front of the shelves have indifferent expressions and enjoy life.
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