Peanut Cookies, Like A Watery Pattern, The Softest Heart Emerges
by Table dinner
Favorite
Difficulty
Easy
Time
15m
Serving
2
Today, passing by the bookstore, on the girdle of a book, I saw a sentence: Love is the softness of the heart. Suddenly felt so warm.
When I opened the book, the second half of the sentence was written on the title page: When the benefits and reality come, the little one appears, and then presses down again.
Ideals and reality are also a kind of growth, and we are changed by this society.
A classmate meeting that has not been seen for many years is enough to see all the changes from pure first love to middle-aged marriage.
The ugliest boy in the class has a successful career. He married the most beautiful daughter-in-law. He toasted with every classmate in the class, making appointments where to go to play and drink.
And the boy who had received countless love letters from girls when he was young, bowed his head and ate vegetables and drank booze.
People over thirty, if you are still ordinary, you will slowly discover what it is after thirty, and after thirty, nowhere is your home court anymore.
Your former girlfriend, first love, your confidante, friend, are all on the rise. And you can only fight desperately, but it is difficult to meet the perfect love once again.
At night, a person bake peanut cookies at home, patiently squeezing out the patterns row by row,
Bake it, let it cool on the iron net, and put it in a sealed glass jar bought by IKEA, just like a memory has been sealed in dust.
Outside the window, the smog shrouded the entire city into a cloud of mist. In winter, there is a kind of dullness that has never been seen before.
Although the heart becomes soft, the reality is weak. You are still an older single dog in the eyes of the world.
Cannot afford extravagant love.
When I opened the book, the second half of the sentence was written on the title page: When the benefits and reality come, the little one appears, and then presses down again.
Ideals and reality are also a kind of growth, and we are changed by this society.
A classmate meeting that has not been seen for many years is enough to see all the changes from pure first love to middle-aged marriage.
The ugliest boy in the class has a successful career. He married the most beautiful daughter-in-law. He toasted with every classmate in the class, making appointments where to go to play and drink.
And the boy who had received countless love letters from girls when he was young, bowed his head and ate vegetables and drank booze.
People over thirty, if you are still ordinary, you will slowly discover what it is after thirty, and after thirty, nowhere is your home court anymore.
Your former girlfriend, first love, your confidante, friend, are all on the rise. And you can only fight desperately, but it is difficult to meet the perfect love once again.
At night, a person bake peanut cookies at home, patiently squeezing out the patterns row by row,
Bake it, let it cool on the iron net, and put it in a sealed glass jar bought by IKEA, just like a memory has been sealed in dust.
Outside the window, the smog shrouded the entire city into a cloud of mist. In winter, there is a kind of dullness that has never been seen before.
Although the heart becomes soft, the reality is weak. You are still an older single dog in the eyes of the world.
Cannot afford extravagant love.
