As I said before, when I write things, I get them occasionally, I have a flash of inspiration, I grasp a point, expand and write, but I probably set up a topic first, put it for a while, and then come back to see if there is still a need to write, or whether there is a different feeling from the beginning.

As for the article "Wake Up", it was probably winter, one morning, the sky was bright, I woke up, looked at the outside world through the glass window with a layer of ice, and felt a feeling.

Life during the winter break is really boring, or I am boring as a person. It's cold, I'm too lazy to get out of bed, and the only thing I can do when I wake up is to lie down and look at the world outside the window, and I don't remember if it's snowing, which is very important, because if there is snow, it's white outside, which will make the whole village look extraordinarily moving, but without snow, there is only a gray world, gray dead branches, gray tiles, gray walls, gray land, and gray sky, which is slightly depressing.

In the early morning, the people who got up early in the Zhuangzi were some elderly people, they probably couldn't sleep, lying on the bed and listening to the movement outside the window, and they had heard enough, they got up and poured out the bedpan for a night, called the dog bark twice, went to the chicken coop to see if there were any eggs, stepped on cotton shoes, and greeted the light step by step.

I was lazy, I kept lying on the bed, watching the sky get brighter and brighter, listening to the conversation of my parents downstairs, what do I want to do? I don't know, I stayed there, I was cold and hungry, and the patience was over, and on the new day, I took this I didn't know how to greet him, it seemed really too decadent.

Do you want to get up, or sit down for a while, after all, the bed is so warm, I don't know what to do, I can't see the sunrise in the room I'm in, I can only see the rows of houses behind, and the dead branches dancing around, but everything is blurry, one layer is because I don't have glasses, one layer is the ice cube on the glass, another layer is the gray sky, and the last layer is my unknowable mind.

I closed my eyes, half-lying on the bed, only my face was exposed, the cold was still there, through the cold cement wall into my room, I couldn't prevent it, and the slightest wind came in through the cracks in the window and door, I didn't feel sleepy, I opened my eyes, looked at the white wall, and still didn't know where to go, got up to eat, got up to pee, or continued to sleep, and finally probably chose to continue sleeping.

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When I saw this topic, I vaguely remembered that I was thinking about writing something about the hazy world that I saw in the early morning, when I opened my eyes, and the true appearance hidden in my heart, at the moment when I woke up, I looked at this unpolluted world with a pure heart, everything was hazy, full of beauty, half-open hazy sleepy eyes, seeing through life, and then time flies, I have probably forgotten the original feeling, so I have this nonsense, let's look at it.