早晨的第一缕阳光，穿透窗纱，洒在我脸上，我被一阵打在窗台的雨声唤醒。这不仅是对睡眠的终止，也是我心灵的一次洗礼。从大学开始到现在，这五六年的时光，就像这阵阵清脆的雨声，让我深刻体会到了时间和空间之间那份不可言喻的情感。
带着这样的记忆，我想象着家乡那片充满泥土芬芳的小麦地。每一粒种子都渴望见水，每一次滴答都是生命力的注入。raindrops, like the old tea I cherish, carry the essence of time. They seep into every pore, creating an indelible memory that is etched in my physiology and written in my soul.
I would love to brew a pot of old tea and sit by the eaves with a small stool. The worn-out marks left by raindrops on the roof tiles over the years are still visible. With each flash flood, they reveal a heap of round pebbles. Spring rain should have such power to wash away all - memories as well as emotions. Even those jumbled thoughts!
The wild peach branches from outside the wall creep into our courtyard, bearing droplets of rain that sway precariously under their weight, exuding an air of hopefulness akin to springtime's promise.
In this moment, I am reminded that life is like this cuppa - richly layered and complex; it has its bitter moments but also its sweetness. Just as one savors each sip carefully to appreciate its nuances so too must we approach life with patience and mindfulness.
This thought brings me back to my own journey - from university days until now. Five or six years may seem short but it's long enough for one's perspective on life to change dramatically.
As I sit here sipping my tea amidst this symphony of sounds created by nature - chirping birds, rustling leaves etc., I feel grateful for these little pleasures that make life beautiful even when faced with challenges.
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