English: A good life should be every day.

The coffee shop downstairs has changed its signboard and name, and the new copy content is: good coffee should be daily.

It should be everyday, simple and quiet. Just as on the road full of competitive thorns, the sons of the times are more and more eager to precipitate.

The shopkeeper carved "everyday" into a theme, which was indisputable and focused. I suddenly felt the influx of clean water. No day loves my daily life more than this one. I was moved by the beauty and softness of daily life, and my heart calmed down instantly.

Suddenly I remembered a sentence in Zhao's On Possible Life: Real life is not spent in the intense experience of pretending to be a hero. Life is to work, bask in the sun, fall in love and eat.

A good life should be every day.

On a sunny day, the window sill shines into the room, and the dust is clearly beating.

Think of two people, sitting in front of the French window set off by lush green, each holding a book, turning pages gently, enjoying an afternoon with cicadas singing hot air.

Before the arrival of this beautiful season, it was raining all the time in ancient Guangzhou, which made the tired trouser legs wet and imprisoned the footsteps of wanting to go.

Make a pot of tea, communicate with each other and discuss the usage of a synonym in the three-dimensional six-table, which is neither longer than the annotation nor divorced from the original meaning. I am obsessed with the implication of oriental aesthetics, and I am often partial. Your professional attitude based on social humanities is always more cautious than mine.

This kind of life is tense, pleasant and long. At the same time, we have a yearning for a better life, eager to go to mountains, rivers, lakes and seas enthusiastically, and willing to persist in plain drinking.

A good life should be ordinary.

This Mother's Day, I'm going to show off my cooking skills. I've read countless menus in my mind, rehearsed numerous bargains in the vegetable market, and thought about the scene of my mother laughing happily that day.

When I got home that night and chatted with my neighbor's aunt, I realized that my mother's high protein allergy is getting worse and worse now. Seafood, chicken and poultry, which used to be the best dishes in my preset menu, can't be touched at all now.

Before going out to the street the next day, I said to buy big bones for soup, but my mother said the beans in the field were ripe and soft, so I picked them and fried them. She said that it is normal if you can't eat nutritious food.

The time that day was as ordinary as a bowl of white rice soup, without adding a grain of refined salt. Only carnations held by my mother set off this day like a painting.

After the festival, my mother put on the new clothes I bought for her early. I am so happy. She bought big bone soup, boiled shrimp was specially made for me, and the vegetarian dishes were exquisite.

My eyes are full of tears, only lamenting the deep maternal love. For her, Mother's Day is just an ordinary day in repeated life, and it is the important day that I go home.

Driving into the dusk, the sunset glow in the west caresses like brocade, which makes my heart soft and gentle. It turns out that precious life doesn't need big bone soup, and it doesn't need to be disturbed, just normal.

In the years after work, I chased the magnificent mountains and rivers of the motherland year after year, always wanting to walk step by step. Sometimes three or five times a year, sometimes two or three times a year, the downstream rewards are not over yet. Looking at the update of the raiders of the hornet's nest, I feel itchy and want to go to the next trip.

Shooting stars in Gannan, camping all night, mosquitoes, and the discomfort of lack of oxygen, regardless; In Nanjing, the most beautiful stone elephant road, 600 meters, steps on golden yellow and opens tens of thousands of flowers; In the high temperature of 39 degrees in Chongqing, I sat by the window for two hours, just to have a look at the Jialing River in the impermanent years.

Young people's life is too hasty, and they are constantly chasing beautiful things. Sometimes they are very tired and unwilling to give up their expectations.

During the epidemic, I was idle at home, reading and writing, and sometimes sitting under a tree watching the flowing clouds. At noon, I stood on the low stool at my feet, but the sea of clouds surged like time stopped flowing; Sometimes, I will go to the upper reaches of the ridge for a whole night and spend my daily life leisurely in a beautiful season.

Calm down to think and understand, sit down and meditate. You think a good life should be everyday, and you don't have to deliberately exaggerate or catch up. Walk slowly, love with your heart, and live up to the mountains and rivers and the years.

Mr. Lin Yutang said: what constitutes life is more ordinary fireworks and ordinary small things to try new fire and new tea.

Ordinary and beautiful. Concentrate on studying a dessert, read a good book carefully, think quietly at the noon of cicada, drink hard liquor, drink vegetarian tea and live a good life. It should be a daily life.