Time always slips away inadvertently. In a blink of an eye, I have got up early to clock in for the 400th day.

This little insistence stems from a sentence from my husband. I remember he said "2 1 day to form a good habit. Your mobility is so poor, I'm going to start exercising you. " Under the influence of my husband, I started punching in early.

Since then, I have been insisting on going to bed earlier and getting up earlier than him. In the next 90 days, I will write and learn to punch in. I believe I can stick to it.

Second, share the movie: Fruit of Life

The Fruit of Life is a warm and moving documentary. I read it four times before and after, and I feel different every time.

Or the attitude towards life, the choice of lifestyle, the awe of nature, or the maintenance of feelings between people.

"The wind blows dead leaves, the land is fertile, and the fertile soil is rich and fragrant. Diligent, unhurried, if life. " This little poem runs through the documentary.

I like a lot of words in it, one of which: "The more you live seriously, the better your life will be", which helped me through a trough.

Third, some good things may be late, but I believe they will come eventually.

On my way to work this morning, I remembered that a friend sent me a postcard half a month ago, and I haven't received it yet. I wrote my home address, but I didn't have an email address. I don't think I understand.

When I come back from working overtime tonight, the postcard is tied with a rubber band and sandwiched between the doorknobs, smiling at me, or it has been waiting for me for a long time.

I remember the last day of 20 19, when you were traveling alone in Xi' an, standing in front of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda Square at night and looking at the colorful music fountain. He sent a message saying, "It will be New Year's Eve soon, and it will be 27 in a blink of an eye, not far from Ben San." What was he thinking at that time?

The end of the month happens to be the end of the year, the busiest green time. I was still working overtime, so I forgot what to say in a few words.

The sender is Wei. We have known Wei for almost ten years, but our friendship has always been very good and rare.

I hope that one day, we will meet unexpectedly.

Fourth, read Yan Yan's Old Times under the Flower Tree.

Holding the book "Old Times among Flowers" in my hand is the best time of my day.

I read slowly for fear of missing every word that touched me. I spent half a month at noon and didn't finish reading it until yesterday.

This book has four columns. My favorite columns are "Innocent Childhood" and "Wind Bells of Years", which mainly describe childhood, hometown, affection, friendship and folk customs.

I haven't seen such simple and sincere words for a long time. I have read many articles and I can't forget them for a long time. In the column of "innocent childhood", such as dragonflies, maltose, old houses under flowers and investment markets, I also recalled my childhood through the author's brushstrokes, feeling that the author wrote not only himself, but also many people's childhood memories.

I admire the author's talent. She can write such an article with local flavor. What kind of woman is this? With this curiosity, I fell asleep.

In the article "Mother" in "Wind Bells of Years", because I was born in a poor rural family myself, I have a deep understanding of how difficult it was to run a family in those years when rural materials were scarce, not to mention that the author's mother suffered from eye diseases, which was even more difficult.

I watched, and tears came out unconsciously. "Grandma's Mountain" is about going back to my hometown to sweep the grave on Qingming Day, which evokes many childhood memories of the author.

The same feeling makes me miss my late grandmother more, but I regret not seeing her for the last time.

Now that the night is deep and love is still long, cherish the people around you and wish you no regrets in this life.

5. A new day begins with breakfast.

Cai Lan once wrote in Eat Well Today: "People who love life must get up early. Like birds, they got a delicious and rich breakfast. "

In the morning, I am used to getting up at 6: 12. After washing, make a nutritious breakfast for yourself and your family and start a new day's work mode.

Breakfast is mostly rice noodles in various ways. From snacks to snacks, I always feel that I am not tired of eating and I like it. Sometimes breakfast will be a bowl of delicious porridge+a little coarse grains (corn or sweet potato); Sometimes it's delicious steamed buns with soy milk.

Most of the sources of ingredients are self-produced. Eggs, soybeans, rice and sweet potatoes are all the fruits of my mother's hard work, but whenever there is something delicious, my mother always thinks of me and wants to share it with me. There is basically no one farming in my hometown. My hardworking mother is still insisting on self-sufficiency. I can't beat my mother. In the harvest season, I must go home to help. )

Food has a sweet and sour taste, but also a happy taste, such as our life.

Sixth, the initial intention of writing

On the sixth day of dynamic punching, I began to reflect on myself, whether I was punching for punching.

Frankly speaking, it is very painful to write. These days, I am very dissatisfied with my state. Sometimes it takes an hour or more to write hundreds of words, which seriously reduces my reading and sleeping time.

I think the source of pain is not writing, but that I usually accumulate too little and have nothing valuable to output. This is my pain point.

Maybe I wrote a little negative emotions, but if a person doesn't have a correct self-understanding, it's easy to get lost and can't tell good from bad.

Back to the beginning of writing, some people were trying to become writers; Some people are trying to make money; Some people love from the heart ... and my first love was from the heart. It has nothing to do with money, but a kind of introspection, self-cultivation, self-discipline and growth experience.

Many senior friends advised me to read more classic books and world famous works. There must be a reason why classics become classics.

Reading, like writing, has a limited lifetime. If you read 100 books a year and finish reading 10000 books, it will take 100 years. Imagine how many people will live to 100. So when choosing books, we should classify them.

From now on, I will develop good reading habits and insist on typing every day. Even if I am really busy, time is like a sponge, there will still be a squeeze, even if I watch it for more than ten or five minutes.

Seven, the taste of the year

At the end of another year. A few years, closer.

When I was a child, I often heard my grandmother say, "Adults are looking forward to making money and children are looking forward to the New Year." When I was young, I had the most flavor of a year. I eat candy, paste Spring Festival couplets, wear new clothes, play with fireworks and stay up late ... I grow up and sigh more and more. Where did the taste of the year in memory go?

There are red lanterns hanging at the entrance of the community swaying in the wind; New year's songs are playing in the supermarket downstairs, and the shelves are full of new year's goods; Vehicles and people walking on the road are hard to find. If these scenes didn't remind me, it would be hard for me to imagine that it was the Spring Festival.

At noon, my parents called to share the rent and said, I hope you three sisters will go home for the New Year, because all the new year's goods have been bought. When I was a child, I had to make customized snacks every year at home: avocado, hemp claws, this film, sugar rings; The fireworks that must be released every year, these beautiful fragments only stay in my mind.

In other words, 2008 is still that year, not because the taste of the year has changed, but because we have grown up and changed our mood.

When you grow up, the taste of the year is: reunion.