When I came home from work, it was still bright. I say hello to Xiao Pi Cat. It looks sleepy. I rubbed his silly fat face. It meowed at me twice, which was meaningful.

Cover your nose, open a litter box filled with nitrogen, and carefully eradicate those crazy things. The trash can seems to be disgusted, hanging down from one side and letting the black hole fall apart.

I squatted down and saw cat hair flying about on the ground, so I had to clean it with a broom.

Take the mango out of the refrigerator, scrape off the pedicle with a knife, peel the green mango with a scraper, cut it in half, cut it into small pieces and soak it in the prepared juice to make it sour and spicy. If you get used to it, you will miss the taste, and the memory of taste buds is the most profound.

Pickled hot and sour mango, began to fiddle with today's dinner. I opened it and asked him to hum two songs casually and sing along proudly. I don't know whether he sang it to me or I sang it to me.

It was exactly an hour when I went to the dinner table. This hour passed quickly, but I feel that I have done a lot of things and I am very fulfilling.

Often caught in the whirlpool of anxiety, time passes quickly, but I can't catch a trace. You can slow down and do a lot of things in an hour, or you can get up and do only one thing.

You can read 30 pages of books, watch half-time movies, brush 20 short videos, read three or four articles on expert opinions, listen to 20 songs, do aerobics, play a simple tune, write an 800-word essay, assemble Lego bases, draw the basic outline of the landscape, find out a headache bug, make a script to kill it and make a small one.

An hour is a long time when it's slow and a short time when it's fast. Looking back, not being empty and not regretting is the best comfort.