Mo Qingcheng Gu Sheng's Daily Routine of Fireworks

The old alleys shrouded in morning mist hide the gentlest fireworks in the world. The cool water vapor is wrapped in cinnamon, the wind chimes ring softly, the bluestone reflects the morning dew, and the parasol trees drop crystal water drops. The alley is full of tranquility and tenderness. The crow of chickens at the end of the alley, the smoke from the street, the steaming breakfast shop, and the sweet fragrance of soy milk and fried dough sticks make the ordinary morning vivid and healing. In this slow-paced time in the old alleys, there is no hustle and bustle, only fireworks and tenderness. In every breath, you encounter the quietness of the years, and encounter the small beauty and small perfection hidden in daily life.