Betting on Books Will Make You Splash with Tea

This is a slow-down text corner. There are no noisy hot spots, and there is no rushing traffic. It only uses prose as paper and essays as ink to record the tenderness in daily life and the inner monologue when alone. It also hides the delicate understanding of life, growth, self and the world. The writing is not gorgeous, but sincere enough, describing the fireworks in the world, the ups and downs of mood, being alone and self-consistent, and the light and warmth in ordinary days. I would like to meet everyone who prefers words and a slow life, and finds inner peace and resonance between the lines, and walks through every tender time with me. Follow me and go on a slow journey in words, encounter healing and yourself in the tiny fireworks.