I saw off my daughter who learned painting, and it was much quiet around. I could neither hear the rotation of the washing machine upstairs nor the pop music next door, only the wind of this season touches the windows of the corridor again and again. Because the heating had been stopped for a long time, the room was like an ice kiln. It is said that one inch of time is one inch of gold, but the fourth month of each year is the time when I feel the most miserable. It seems that I can only read my novel by Mengqian. “Selected Novels” is my favorite in my spare time. To become famous writers one by one, the stage of “Selected Novels” is indispensable. Like a movie fan who is obsessed with movies, I sit under the stage and watch their performances. Sometimes I have a feeling of stirring. In such weather, I want to find a comfortable posture to lie down. Even if I am alone on weekends, I will try my best to make it give birth to some warmth. I opened the newly folded quilt again, paved it, then got into it, stretching out only two arms. I casually turned over a novel and read it word by word. After getting better and better, the time seemed not to be so long. When I read the highlights, I also marked them with a pen. My husband used to say that I read slowly, but in fact, I I am understand while reading, thinking about how they conceived, how they transited between paragraphs, and how they wrote words and sentences. It is said that a large copy of articles in the world makes sense. But I forgot that I was a person who felt sleepy when my head hit the pillow. I fell asleep when thinking about it. I also dreamed that I was the protagonist in the novel and was trapped in a daze by love, after sleeping, after reading a novel, I played the story over and over again in my dream like a movie. I didn’t know how many times I opened my eyes. It was already two o’clock in the afternoon. It was lunch time earlier. Ha, I saved another meal. It’s good that my child and husband are not at home, I can cook less meal. Thinking of this, I couldn’t help looking up at the wedding photo on the wall, but saw my husband’s reproach eyes. Look, I’m not at home, are you starving again? Soon it was time to pick up my daughter. Suddenly there was another call, and there was a sound in the room immediately. At this time, the sound that could be heard at ordinary times was heard again. One day was about to pass. The clothes were not washed and the room was not cleaned. Looking in the mirror, I looked sleepy again. Such a precious time has been wasted by me. I can only write a diary as a memorial to my husband who has worked hard for a day and is looking forward to returning home, I hope to have a daughter of a good mother to explain, and more importantly, to myself who cherishes life and treats life well!

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