Early morning
The rain was falling outside the window, occasionally mixed with the cries of vendors walking in the streets;
The air is filled with the usual humidity of southern Xinjiang, and also has the coolness of early spring.
Yang Yier was lying on the bed, looking at the dim room in trance.
Somehow, even though I woke up early in the morning as usual today, my body and mind were filled with a different kind of laziness;
I don't want to open my eyes, I don't want to lift the quilt and get out of bed, I don't want to think, I don't want to think about it, I don't want to think about it, I don't want to think about anything...
She had never felt like this before, so relaxed and stable...
She felt like she had become a drop of water
In the past, I had been falling continuously, my hands and feet were constantly grasping and struggling in the air, and there was nothing;
Confused, frightened, panicked;
Now it falls to the water and finally merges into the lake;
From then on it belonged.
Intention: Despite the difficulties, I am still grateful for all the warmth I encounter