[The mysterious bramble path in the old park, the gentle breeze stirs the leaves, the ancient pavilion by the stream is quiet, and a little warmth lingers softly here.]
[When the morning sun rises over the harbor, the fresh smell of the ocean makes me go “ang!(盎)”,I love to dig into the newly baked bread that my mom made, and I can’t help but “ya!(呀)” while I pick(扒) it to pieces. Today’s small joy is full of cozy vibes.]