the alarm clock wakes me up at 5: 3 every morning, and I get up and get dressed and washed, or go out for morning exercise or go to the morning market to buy food.
I went to the morning market by bike this morning, and finally bought red peppers for Chili sauce. Then, I bought a handful of green onions and some fresh vegetables and fruits. On the way home, I met a flower seller, and the car full of flowers attracted me with their charm and fragrance, so I stopped to watch and could not bear to leave. The flower seller is an elder sister dressed in plain clothes. She just smiles at me and doesn't sell it to me, because she knows that her flowers will sell themselves. Pick two lilies at random, three or four carnations of different colors, and add a few small daisies, which is enough.
Look, it's still early, so I went to Little Square for morning exercise by bike as usual. Several dancing partners were discussing dancing skills. When they saw me from a distance, they stopped flying their heels and laughed at me. I was puzzled. What happened? I looked at myself, but I didn't show off in T-shirts as I did a few days ago. That day, they smiled at me in such an exaggerated way. I didn't know they were laughing at what was in my bicycle basket until I stopped near. Only then did I find out how crazy the green onions and the bunch of flowers in the basket are!
Yes, green onions and flowers, these vulgar things, maybe only I will "mix and match" them so casually. Life is like a cup of boiled water. It seems that I get up early and do morning exercises, clean up housework, go to work, buy food after work, and go home to cook ... At this age, I still dare not say that I am puzzled. Maybe I can only say that I am more clear and quiet than my previous persistence and impulse. I won't live my life purely spiritually, as if I don't eat human fireworks. After knowing that it can't be perfect, I will accept the incomplete and tacky life. I, who was born as a firewood girl in the country, would not have been elegant. There is no potential for elegant women to sip coffee leisurely with their orchid fingers up, and they can't drink the milk that "the whole people make a big calcium supplement". I bake ugly bread, and I never put cheese and butter on it. My sliced bread is always with "tacky" fried eggs. My husband laughs and calls it "a combination of Chinese and western" breakfast, and beans, vegetables and tofu are mostly my first choice. I always like jeans with a simple T-shirt or white shirt. Last summer, on a whim, I bought a cheongsam to make myself elegant. I went home and rummaged through the closet to find a pair of matching white high heels. I felt sorry for myself in front of the mirror for a long time, and finally I was afraid to go out. I always felt that I was not worthy of this cheongsam in all aspects, and I was quite uneasy. I dared to put it on and stroll around the street several times, which was also uncomfortable. Next, the cheongsam was put on the shelf.
elegance is far away from me, and my greatest wish is to be a housewife at home. There is no worry about food and clothing, and the room is kept clean without any dead ends. Every day, I have a lot of time to read books and practice my words. I don't like watching TV dramas if I don't like writing them ... This is ideal. Since even the ideal of being a housewife can't be realized, let's still do it, be elegant and vulgar, or take turns to sit in the village between elegance and vulgarity, and make every day elegant and vulgar.
At this moment, this weekend afternoon, I reclined on the bed and wrote the words on it. The sun shone through the glass window and quietly spread over most of the bed, and the saxophone music "The Sound of the Waves Still" was in my ear. Sunshine, me, music, bouquets in the living room and green onions in the kitchen all float softly in the autumn time, and whether they come or not is silent and joyful.