One courtyard has the shadow of a locust tree, half a cup of tea, half a firework, and a lifetime of happiness.
The world is bustling, but there are always people guarding the square inch courtyard to watch the locust flowers bloom and fall year by year. In spring, new greenery fills the windows, in summer, the evening breeze flows through the corridors, in autumn, fallen leaves are picked up to cook wine, and in winter, the warm sun shines for chatting.
There are no ups and downs, only the tenderness and tranquility in ordinary days: listening to the rain under the eaves, reading books in front of the desk, being with the vegetation, and staying with the years tenderly.
The locust breeze in a courtyard blows away the impetuousness and noise, leaving behind peace of mind and a place to return.
I hope you can find a corner of tranquility when you open this book, and slowly savor the fireworks of the world in the fragmented time.
