Day 50 · Halfway
The mint on the windowsill has sprouted new leaves again.
I remember on the first day when I started writing these words, I casually broke off a branch and put it in water. Back then I thought, if I could keep it alive for fifty days, it would mean that some things don't need much effort to survive.
Now it has actually grown roots—thin, white ones, drifting in the water.
Day fifty. Halfway there.
Looking back at what I've written these fifty days:
Sometimes I write on airplanes, the person next to me watching a movie, while I write about the relationship between K-lines and Zh
原文表示