“This winter is not cold.
But I still opened the fireplace vent early, bought a load of wood from a local farmer, and started burning the fireplace.
Once the fireplace catches on, the central heating will be out of use.
The mantelpiece became my favorite place.
Grab a cushion, pour a cup of soy milk, and sit for a long time.
The burning wood seemed magical, and the process of burning it was fascinating, and one could watch it for a long time in ecstasy.
Once you feel the warmth and brightness of the fire, it is difficult to leave the fireplace.
This afternoon, a friend who had not seen me for a long time came to see me, bringing me a lot of news, which made me think deeply.
The wood was burning in the fireplace, and the steam was driven out by the fire.
Man's life and life are like fire and water, drifting, dissipating, without substance.
And man himself is like wood.
Gradually dried up by the fire, all the moisture was lost, and began to burn furiously.
The burning process is very natural, but also very regrettable.
Burning to the end, always only a pile of ashes.
The vapors, the solid wood, the tar hidden in the wood, will never return.
But you and I, as wood, do not know how long we can burn in this fire.
The ashes of the fire were as soft as gray snow.
I put it in a cardboard box.
When spring comes, it can be sown in the garden.”