Life is like a calm river, flowing slowly, without magnificent waves or stormy waves. However, even so, I still want to record these ordinary moments with the tip of my pen, so that they can leave a deep mark on the long river of time.
Under the sun, the ordinary alleys are ethereal, and every inch of land contains the breath of life. Autumn is known as soon as the leaves fall, and the withered yellow leaves fall gently, as if telling the story of time. I saw the coffee shop on the corner, the familiar sign shining in the sun, the place I frequented, a cup of coffee, a book, and a moment of tranquility.
In the evening, the red sky is like a beautiful picture, which makes people yearn for it. I stood in front of the window, gazing at the sky, and my thoughts were filled with thoughts. I think of the dreams that I once had, the ones that have come true, the ones that I am still chasing. I think of those who have been with me, those who have left, those who are still around.
When night falls, the stars are dotted like a dream. In this quiet night, I record these mundane moments and let them leave deep traces in my life. I want to use my words to make these moments extraordinary and leave an eternal mark on my life.
Life may be ordinary, but as long as we feel it with our hearts and record it with our hearts, it will become extraordinary. Because in this ordinary life, there are our joys, sorrows, and sorrows, as well as our ups and downs.