Summer falls on Paris like a stone to everyone. Everyone according to their feelings and habits, as always, the strong sunshine in June made them raise their heads like crazy animals at night.
——"Messy bed" Sagan
There are many reasons why I don't like summer, but the reasons why I like summer are very simple. When the light of the day gets brighter and brighter, I begin to like simple and clear things. Although it's hot in summer, I can't help but like it. It can be skirt fluttering, sweat dripping, watermelon, and a lot of warm things.
The newly bought soap has the sweet smell of honey, and the aromatherapy candle given by a friend has the taste of staying in a hotel when traveling abroad, but they all make people feel clean.
Is it possible to be still calm in such a hot summer? Hazelnut ice cream, spareribs soup, new flowers, fresh fruit. I have come back to spend more than three months of my life coding while I am in class. Thank you for the lovely things that accompany me. They make my life more interesting and make me feel the peaceful beauty of being alone.
Sometimes in the living room is interrupted by the rain reading, summer dusk evening thunderstorm, lightning is pink purple. I'm at the edge of the sentence, wondering if it's time to go.
This season, it's a happy thing to wash and cook in the kitchen. I also like the reason in the summer, plus the sunset and the bright ice, as well as the summer brings me, no reason for the excitement.
It's just that summer is over.
A few days ago, I saw a passage on Weibo, about the balance between work and life. Where does the problem come from. When we talk about the common prefix of work and life, we always work hard and enjoy life, but why not enjoy work and hard life. I used to think that the ability to live a good life does not need to be learned. It seems that if I put myself into life in a natural way, it will give me a comfortable state. I'm not going to study cleaning, induction, cooking, but put energy in the workplace, but how can I enjoy life like this! It is to study life itself hard, not to make up for life by relying on the material gained from hard work. I think so.
After settling down for a long time, I suddenly wondered, if I want to start again, in another city, perhaps another country, if I want to be uprooted like a plant again, how should I deal with it?
It seems to have forgotten how a new life started. How did life begin?
If you start over.
There should be a novel by Weng Dajie about the loneliness understood.
There's a Camus book about absurdity.
There should be a book about anthropology.
There should be a Book of poems, maybe Rilke, maybe pesoa.
There should be a bunch of flowers, an aromatherapy candle and a pen to record at any time.
17/08/2020
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