Recently I deeply feel lack of inspration to write something maybe because of totally being tied up by so much trival work, or mind-set adjustment by thinking of leading a simple and enjoyful life. It was a changing process, that's the reason why I seldom considered a lot in such period, just followed my heart purely.
You maybe never know one of my strange habits, which is being in a daze sometimes with blank thoughts. I enjoy such feeling alone facing real myself. Do you think it's a special kind of life? In Spring, when I sit at a large empty square followed with soft breeze; in Summer, when I walk and lay on the beach appreciating the vast and roaring sea; in Autumn, when I watch each leave falling down, in Winter, when I hold a hot tea wraped heavy clothes in cold weather, I couldn't help leaving some spacee for myself. That's me with the combination of rational and emotional elements. Facing the soceity, I must be flexible and strong to step each path of my life, while facing myself, I would rather slow down to taste the beauty of surroundings.
Life assimilates the plain cup of tea above. It seems very common and simple, but tastes good with heart and mood. The photo was taken yesterday with my cellphone while waiting for companions enjoying the dinner together. I arrived earlier. The waiter at the resturant firstly served me such cup of tea. Actually initially I didn't pay attention to it, but when it was displayed and filled with water, I found it embodied with speciality, which could triggered one's inspration. I thought about my life and other details. I realized everthing could be simper if we put it in a positive way.