Cut a knife and then cut it in half, then cut it into thin slices, and then cut it into thin and beautiful silk.

Turn on the gas stove, put chopped green onion, pepper and shredded potatoes in the hot oil pan, stir fry quickly, add vinegar and salt, and turn off the fire.

The crackling sound was accompanied by a fragrant smell.

I stopped and thought about it. I was just cutting vegetables at my leisure. How did I quickly switch to the super-advanced mode of quick action and quick action? Does a person know how much he can change?

So many things, not can't, don't want to.

The sunshine through the window at noon is golden red and warm. I stared at the computer screen, eating a plate of sweet and sour potato shreds in the sunshine, and I was satisfied.

Slow pictures, slow life, very beautiful.

In the afternoon, I chatted with a friend in Guangdong on WeChat. Suddenly, she didn't reply to me for a long time, but I had something to ask her. Just urging and urging on WeChat, still ignoring me.

Twenty minutes later,

One line jumped out: "I just took a shower."

I really look at the screen of my mobile phone in wait for a while, and then look at my thick sweater wrapped tightly around me, thinking about the cold wind sweeping the leaves outside ... I feel that the whole person is not good, and the world is so unreal.

Most of the time, we are too self-righteous to understand people and things in the world with our own feelings, too aware of our own suffering but not aware of the difficulties of others. Just as I don't understand the heat in Guangdong, she doesn't understand the cold in Beijing.

I went back to my hometown yesterday.

Expressway, I have walked many times.

The familiar scenery flies by in the window, and the dark brown branches are intertwined under the gray sky. Half-yellow and half-green leaves rustled, and when the wind blew, they fell all over the floor.

I quietly leaned back in my chair, looking at the empty world with empty eyes, completely losing focus.

My heart is also empty, and there is no such little excitement as returning home after a long separation.

Am I too cold? No attachments, where to live, where is home?

It was completely dark before we got home. The key turned in the keyhole, and the click spread clearly in the claustrophobic and quiet corridor.

Pushing open the door, in the soft white light, the furniture and furnishings are as quiet as ever. Even the cup that we knocked down in a hurry when we left last time is still crooked at the table. . . . . .

There is a summer georgette dress hanging on the drying rack on the balcony, and the skirt with blue and green background and purple flowers is gentle and soft, hanging lightly in the stagnant air.

I remember, the long skirt was washed and hung there when I left.

That day, I carefully carried a long skirt dripping with water, slowly unfolded it and hung it on the hanger. The hot summer sun was falling on the skirt through the glass.

Then, pick up the big bag and carry the small bag, look around in a hurry, lock the door and leave.

In retrospect, the subtle scene is still vivid, as if it had just happened.

Time seems to have suddenly stopped at the moment when I left in a hurry.

Outside the window, the drizzle accompanied by the cold wind is already the early winter with a growing chill.

Does time pass so fast? I didn't know time passed so quickly.

The sun rises and the sun sets, and the clouds roll and the clouds are comfortable.

You were stunned for a while, and the sun quietly moved a large piece on the windowsill. I haven't done anything yet, and the day has quietly disappeared.

What is urging? There is always a feeling that I am forced to race against time.

If you don't want to catch up desperately, there will be many, many reasons to stop.

But I won't,

There is no reason, but I won't.