There was a strong wind in Beijing today. It was dry and cold. The only thing that warmed me was the sun. But not every road could get the sun. The sky was blown clean by the wind and was as blue as glass.
I am 24 years old this year, living alone in Beijing. When I get home every day, I want to lie down on the bed and look at my mobile phone. But recently, I feel that this kind of life has no meaning anymore. Time is just passing by quietly. I want to leave some mark on my life.
I remember that my favorite Chinese class in high school was Chinese. I can't explain why. I just felt that words were magical. After reading a good article, I felt like I had eaten a big meal. Now I understand that people also need some spiritual food to be full of energy when they get up the next day.
I just want to write something casually to leave a souvenir for myself, in case someone sees it, they will also like it.
Purpose: Interesting things in life