Those lazy days by Erhai Lake

At noon, we stewed cabbage, potatoes and rice. I finished eating first and climbed into bed to watch TV. While serving the rice, my husband muttered to himself, "I'm so happy." Haha, the smell of home doubles my happiness. The results are often surprising. The husband said that after you finished eating all that was left in the bowl was cabbage and mixed rice, you were so happy when you pulled out an ink fountain. It’s really hard to laugh or cry.

I originally wanted to watch the sunrise in the morning, but thick clouds prevented me from seeing it. There were a lot of visitors to the observation deck, one after another asking for information, until a woman opened the door curtain unscrupulously, and I couldn't bear it anymore and said this is my bedroom. The woman left angrily and told the waiting man not to let him see her.

Forget it, do the laundry and the sheets and quilts. Feeling refreshed and in a good mood.

I arrived in Dali New Town on May 1st, posing by the Erhai Lake, and prepared to fall asleep to the sound of the waves of the Erhai Lake at night. I met a slightly gloomy single man by chance, which disturbed the woman's sixth sense and left him.

I stopped in Xiaguan because I had been drinking Fatuo for a long time. On the 5th and 2nd, I stopped by the Xiaguantuo Tea Factory. I ate a big bowl of soup during the May Day holiday. After passing through the overcrowded Dali Ancient City, I arrived at Xizhou Ancient Town. There was also a huge flow of people and Haitang Park. Like a tongue stretching out into the Erhai Lake, it is surrounded by water on three sides. It is so beautiful. The road under construction is blocked by cars and cannot move. It is difficult to find out whose tongue it looks like.

I get irritated when there are many people, so I walk along the road around Erhai Lake in the direction of Shuanglang, and rest in the service area of the observation deck, wondering how many years have passed in this world.

Erhai Lake in Xiaguan Town

The resting face is obviously two circles bigger.

The running accounts are actually just random thoughts, narrated by middle-aged and elderly women, which are embarrassing for those who read them. The diary was originally written for myself, but the Internet made everything taste like a performance. I am not exempt from vulgarity either. Occasionally, he would scratch his head and show off to enjoy himself, while others would pinch their noses.

I don’t know any famous person who said that time should be wasted on the people and things you like, rather than the other way around, and I think that’s true.

The original intention is to stay away from the fireworks of the world, and always be immersed in it. Maintaining a comfortable distance is an art.

Watching TV while writing down, I don’t know what to say.

The holiday is coming to an end, people are gradually disappearing, and we are about to leave the cave.