winter morning

Lin Chen returned to the dormitory in the early morning, but she was the first person to return to the dormitory.

He slumped on the chair and slid his phone two or three times, then shuffled into the bathroom to take a shower. Two hours had passed by the time he finished applying skin care products and blowing his hair. He finally lay on the bed and was about to fall asleep. The other three roommates stumbled. The game is back, it seems that tonight's game should be very happy.

It seems that there is no need to think about sleeping. Sure enough, as soon as they came back, they started making noises. The four of them chatted with each other for more than an hour. When it was almost dawn, it was finally quiet, but Lin Chen lost sleepiness. Sitting up in the dark, the light in the corridor came in through the ventilation gap in the door and fell on the bags and shoes scattered all over the place. The interior is not really dark.

The winter morning was like a frozen lake, with a hazy clarity. She looked out the window at the white patch, maybe it was foggy again.

"I need to take out the thick quilt and wash it when it's not so cold. Now the sun at noon is not even enough to dry the quilt." Lin Chen thought, and quietly went through the things to do in his mind, although I don't know if I can remember when I wake up after falling asleep, but it's better than escaping until the last moment.

Lin Chen sneezed, thinking was temporarily interrupted, perhaps because she was not wearing enough warmth, she lay back in the quilt, and sure enough, the thin quilt in summer couldn't resist the cold air. Originally, winter was the season she hated the most, because it would make people need warmth, but I don't know when it started, and people have no reason to hate such days.

This year is about to end like this. When I was little, every day I was looking forward to the end soon, and to see the results soon. Now, she knows - it will never end, forever and ever.

While thinking about it, drowsiness struck again. In a trance, Lin Chen remembered her painting assignment. She planned to make a dot every day, and wanted to fill the whole sheet of paper before the end of this semester, but found that the original painting made us feel Long, at best, it's just sesame seeds scattered on the manuscript paper. If you don't change the method or thinking, this job will probably open the skylight, what should I do...

In the early morning, Lin Chen slowly thought about the things that had no reason to continue, but would hurt others if they stopped, even though she could never be sure where the hurt came from.

Slowly closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep. Before falling asleep, Lin Chen thought that he didn't know what time it would be in the early morning. If it was bright, would it still be early morning? Or, only in the dim sky. Can you find the early morning in that little light?

Before thinking of the answer, Lin Chen fell asleep.

Good night.

To my favorite winter mornings.