I always want to go home early, but I always delay the time unconsciously.
Looking at the horizon in the distance, the sunset has set, leaving a patchy afterglow, in the winter evening, like a sick old man, weak, without warmth.
The weather has been bad these days. The occasional sunshine appeared, but also lost its due temperature and strength. By evening, it was foggy.
Orange soft street lights, a flash of cars, buried in the pedestrians, and roadside vendors hawking things, formed a warm heart of the picture. Perhaps, in the heart of every passer-by who is in a hurry to walk, the distant home has
Turn on a warm lamp waiting for your return.
On the days when I ride to work like this, I like to go quietly while watching the passers-by passing by me silently. I think they, like me, are eager to return to a place called home after a busy day. Over there, there's waiting
To be, about love, there is warmth.
I prefer half an hour on the way to work to enjoy my soul more than going home in the evening. No need to speak, just the activity of the mind.
seems to have formed a habit for a long time, as soon as the car crossed the bridge next to the hospital, my thoughts began to fly, sometimes far away, sometimes very close.
about myself, my relatives, and friends; About family, about friendship, about love; About the past, about the present, about the future…
Ordinary life, not romantic, but also warm; Limited life, not wonderful, but also full. Thinking like this, I smiled unconsciously.
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