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The delicate little mobile phone of the dream woke me up like a closed moon, and I woke up at six o'clock in the morning when the cold but vigorous red, red, yellow and yellow sunlight shone through the glass window. However, with sleepy eyes and a blurred hug of the warm bedding, I still don't want to get up quickly like the diligent Feiyan. Relax your discipline and find a suitable excuse for yourself: wake up too early, let's sleep a little more.

So I simply started to look for it, and groped in the dawn and grabbed the mobile phone that was still echoing on the small stool at the head of the bed, took it to it, looked at the time, gently pressed the button to turn off the mobile phone, the alarm bell was like a cuckoo urging the ringtone, and fell asleep again like tired and sleepy after watching TV last night. In his delicate heart, he already had the idea in his chest: Well, he must get up on time when he sleeps until seven o'clock.

I didn't have time to have a long-lasting wishful dream, and it felt like the time was about to come, and when I picked up the phone again, the time for rushing had inadvertently reached about seven o'clock. So he bravely lifted the quilt, climbed out of bed slowly, and got dressed very reluctantly.

I have always loved cleanliness, I washed and combed my hair in a hurry, and I didn't have time to eat breakfast, so in order to boost myself, I brewed a full cup of Tieguanyin tea tea that made the bottom of the tongue full of fragrance. I started my long day with my favorite computer and watched the colorful screen tap on the warm keyboard.

"Ask how the canal is as clear as it is? Only the source of living water comes. "If I can't really write anything, I read books online so that I can always get some inspiration before I know it.

I love the work of codewords, and you may say that I am an otaku, then you are right. The beautiful water of youth is flowing clearly in this gorgeous and picturesque text. In my opinion, it should be a pleasant and wonderful thing to be a writer who does not care about the world or the spring and autumn.

Focusing on writing, such a person who is not tired but willing to work happily, I feel so happy, and I inadvertently look back at the white clouds that can be seen through the clean and bright glass windows. The brilliant morning sun selflessly sprinkled on my tender and snow-like young back, which seemed to send me sound of care and endless blessings.

I was still following the pattern of elementary school in my childhood, 45 minutes per code, with a 15-minute break. When I'm tired, I lie down in bed and rest for a while, think about it this way, and cultivate inspiration by the way.

Before I knew it, it was eleven o'clock in the morning, and when the hour hand of the quartz clock hanging on the wall pointed exactly to eleven, I knew it was time for me to rest, and the morning's work was over.

Slightly tired, I lay on my not very large but warm single bed and slept gently, thinking of my good work performance this morning, I felt an indescribable joy of labor, fulfillment and satisfaction.

At this time, I still made a strong cup of tea water and put it on the heavy shoe cabinet by the door to let it cool down on its own, and I planned to drink it after dinner when I took it to the back garden for a walk.

After eating, I still lay down on the comfortable single bed to rest, to see that the time was twelve o'clock, so I picked up the tea and came to the picturesque back garden for a light walk, tired, took a sip of tea water, really happy, forgot a lot of sadness.

Gently looking up at the bright round sun in the sky, I feel that it is a burning mille-feuille white holy lotus, and the blue desert sky is not the silent Jiangnan water surface, hehe, I don't want to yearn for the Jiangnan water town day and night is so close to me.

After half past two in the afternoon, I worked hard until half past five, accompanied by tea water.

The sun gradually shifted slowly to the west, and time passed quietly like a clear river. The afternoon was an unaccompanied and lonely afternoon, and sometimes I was really lonely and had nothing to do, so I went back to my own small room bedroom to write calligraphy, and admired my masterpieces, which I felt comfortable and elegant.

The sun was sinking in the west, looking back at the quartz clock, half past five o'clock arrived, and thus the day of self-satisfied work ended in joy.

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