Day 50 · Halfway
The mint on the windowsill has grown new leaves again.
I remember on the first day when I was writing these words, I casually snapped off a branch and put it in water. At that time, I thought, if I could keep it alive for fifty days, it would prove that some things don't need much effort to survive.
Now it has really grown roots, thin and white, drifting in the water.
Day 50. Halfway.
Looking back at the words I've written over these fifty days:
Sometimes I write on airplanes, the person next to me watching movies, while I write about the relationship between K-lines and Zhuan
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