Whole-wheat bread slices are toasted and fragrant.
Candied eggs are the waking morning sun.
Hot coffee reflects the clear winter sky.
Looking out from the window glass, it was a morning with a hot stamping cover.
Hirayama Su Pu lies among colorful roses.
Small smart speakers broadcast, far more than three meals a day.
The world around us, flowing and static, virtual and real.
Change is around all the time.
The pure heart is still walking through the forest and sea of people in the city.
Writing poetry is no longer elegant, but days are to collect the shadow of life and precipitate time.
Folding day and night, in thousands of buildings.
Build your own wall to avoid the wind and rain, and come straight to the point.
God's grace has never come, and legends and fairy tales are only resurrected in film and television dramas.
Touched love is thin, cool and textured.
Ordinary, ordinary, ordinary people live a life as plain as grass.