The clouds are different every day.

From one city to another, the weather is still hot and dry. I try to make every day different, just like the clouds in the sky, changing from time to time.

Idleness without inspiration makes me repeatedly owe money. I suddenly want to write something today, but I'm not sure what it is. My thoughts are like running water. Let's talk slowly.

Repeated weather and days

The cold wind has been blowing for half a summer, and now it is the end of July.

I wear thin short sleeves instead of thick pants as usual, and then put on a pair of canvas shoes. Finally, I will definitely walk at the fastest speed in the sun with a beige umbrella. I wonder if there are such girls in your city? The weather here is really hot. My clothes are always soaked and dried by hot air again and again.

Of course, the most pleasant thing every day is to stay in the air-conditioned room, enjoy the cold air surrounding me layer by layer, and start writing words that I can't get out at all. Before yesterday, I still had to get out of the air conditioner on time every day and pick up a smart kid for makeup class. At present, I have to rush to a deserted place in the afternoon and study subject three painfully.

I repeat the days every day, and the code word approaches the negative energy step by step. I really don't want to convey this damn emotion. I hope you are all happy, so I try to think of something happy.

Fried yogurt like flowers

In midsummer, I like fried yogurt, especially fried yogurt like flowers. If it happens to smell like matcha, I will be very happy.

I don't know why I love to eat fried yogurt, which may prove that "I don't know what to do, but I will go deeper"!

The first contact with fried yogurt was in the summer vacation after graduating from high school. Counting the days, it's only a year away. At that time, I was puzzled and thought that the fried yogurt really heated the yogurt. I was stupid enough to think, "What kind of fried yogurt should I eat on a hot day?" Unexpectedly, I actually went into the pit of fried yogurt.

The university is not far from home. I came to a hot city. The pace of the city is very fast, and everyone is crowded in the major commercial streets. I, a foodie, found an unforgettable fried yogurt in the food street. It's really unique. When I first tasted it, it was not a cold lump, but a well-made flower, which made people unable to bear to destroy that trace of beauty. I have eaten many times and recommended many times, and I have taken almost similar photos in the same place every time.

As for this kind of fried yogurt, I will eat it when I am happy and when I am unhappy. I will always be grateful to someone, because I sent a message "I am very sad and want to eat fried yogurt" in the space, carefully frozen it with ice cubes, and then waited for my next evening training. At that time, the fried yogurt showed signs of melting, but it was still very happy.

Meet fried yogurt, meet our youth, meet our romance. Even in my seventies and eighties, I still want to enjoy the beautiful starry sky, pursue the gorgeous sunset glow and taste the fried yogurt that I can never finish.

In a nutshell.

The style of writing is immature, perhaps a little like a child's creation, but I have always enjoyed it and worked hard. I think it would be great if I could write my favorite words; If you can feel relaxed looking at these words, then I have a great sense of accomplishment. Some people say that music can heal people's hearts, and I think words also have miraculous effects. Words can create countless worlds. May words make you happy.

Every day is different, the wind is different, the clouds are different, I will always be like this, love you and love the beauty of this world!