一枚小确幸
一枚小确幸

雜志編輯 | 寫詞人 | 業餘畫畫尚未到家 | 二手書店店長 | 不安分的雙子座 | 愛貓不養貓 YT/FB/IG:一枚小確幸 A Little Bliss FB/IG:小如繪畫筆記 RuyunSketch

new year, live

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It's been a long time since I came here. During the Chinese New Year, I especially wanted to find my own quiet moment, so I finally came here in the early morning of the third day of the new year.

Another year has passed, and the epidemic still has not dissipated. Instead, there are signs of recovery during the festive season. It seems necessary to accept the fact that the epidemic cannot be dissipated, but can only coexist.

We have been separated for two years, and the emotion of relying on the network connection has become daily. The thoughts accumulated in my heart make me think about the day of taking off to meet each other all the time; occasionally I worry about whether I can't wait for that day, and the feelings of each other are exhausted in the impermanence.

There are many guests at home during the day. In fact, I am quite resistant to scenes that are too lively. Maybe I find that it will consume a lot of my energy if I keep talking and maintaining enthusiasm. This New Year, I didn't buy any new clothes. I opened my wardrobe and picked out a burgundy dress that I bought many years ago. I suddenly felt that it was very suitable for my current mood and age. When I was a child, I always looked forward to growing up. I didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, I would come to the age I expected, but time seemed to pass quickly, and there was no possibility of slowing down.

The new year has just kicked off. Whether this year will be better than last year, no one can say. However, I understand that life still has to be lived with heart and mind, cherish what we have as much as possible, and make life tepid, ordinary and prosperous. In fact, it is not easy.

Year of the tiger, year of birth, come on!

Wishing everyone good luck and good health in the Year of the Tiger


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