Porridge

Dai Zuyi looked tired when she opened the Live, and she blew herself up to the point of doubting her life.

(Extracted from Orientaldaily.on.cc . 2022/3/3.)

If I can eat porridge, I should be happy that I can still survive in the epidemic environment. It is not for you to imitate Ah Q or compare with others, but for constant self-reflection. Especially in turbulent days that seem calm.

Some people don't even eat porridge and water, and some people never get the chance to eat it.

I'm not rhetoric or sentimental.

It suddenly occurred to me that under the twists and turns of the past few years and the aftermath of the epidemic, I can still eat a bowl of hot porridge today, and I am grateful that someone is supporting me. I am used to the same day, so numb that I never realize it, I am in a bliss.

Seeing that there are friends who cannot make ends meet, the family is either roaring or frowning, and there will be peace in a few days. I used to blame myself for not helping, and saying no to me is profound knowledge. Recently, his rice tank is running out of rice. I really have no choice but to scold myself.

The phone rang suddenly in the morning. The best friend during my school days passed away yesterday. I don't know if it's related to the virus. I didn't ask about it on the phone, and I didn't ask for details. I couldn't react, and I didn't want to ask too much at that moment. I knew that his family had to deal with and take on a lot of things. I just said the last sentence of comfort and hung up the line in a hurry.

I need to be distracted to reduce the possibility of my volcano erupting again, so I just swipe through the entertainment news on my phone that I don’t often watch, read this bowl of porridge, and write this pile of stuff at a loss.

I can't remember what sesame little thing stuck in our hearts, and then we haven't contacted for many years, you actually have my phone number!

Thank you for reminding me of the scallion hot blood that had a lot of fun.