February 2, 2024.
At midnight in the lonely, warm porridge is not as good as spirits;
In the early morning of awakening, spirits are not as good as warm porridge.
Inadvertently saw such words, and for a moment, my heart was touched fiercely.
When I was a child, I desperately wanted to get rid of my father's strict discipline and my mother's repeated nagging; When I grow up, I want to relive this scene, or I have seen each other forever for no reason, or I am dying of old age and dependent on myself, so I can only be silent.
When I was studying, I always felt that the textbooks and teachers were hateful, and there was a wonderful TV to watch? Have indulgent games to play? I have been away from school for many years, but I always want to take the opportunity of my child's sports meeting to walk around the playground and walk around again.
When I was young, I always felt that there was so much time like a bead of sweat on a football field, and there was always no end to it. Until now, I am white-eyed and hunched, I can only take a walk and bask in the sun, and I will never exercise and sweat anymore, only to find that there are not many days left.
I tell my daughters how I feel, but they, like me used to, can they listen? It's so sad.
Xiao Si: Cherish the present, every day that passes, it becomes a yesterday that we can't go back.