The days of old were slow, an entire dusk whiled away in a cup of tea_Tea News

The sunlight of old was slow. Carriages, horses, and mail were all slow.

A greeting would take many days to arrive.

The moonlight of old was slow. There was some leisure, some laziness, an entire dusk whiled away in a Cup of Tea,

half-dreaming as the stars filled the sky.

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The pace of old was slow.

From one village to another took a day's journey.

The pace of old was slow, yet warm. Wrapped in a gentle daily routine,

day after day, year after year.

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The handkerchiefs of old were beautiful.

Especially when held by a modest woman.

Elegantly crafted, stitch by stitch.

The love of old was slow. Slow enough to wait a lifetime for someone.

Slow enough to love just one person in a lifetime.

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Now things are fast, waking up early in the morning,

there's no time to say good morning or embrace. In fact, in the city center, within five minutes,

the little leisure time after meals can change completely.

Now things are fast, everything is being updated and replaced. Fast to the point where life is fragmented and disrupted. However, even chaotic lives can be pieced together into moments of beauty. Just like classical furnishings blending with modern decor in model apartments,

lessening the dullness and adding a touch of refinement.

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Now things are fast, we complain a bit but still keep up with the rhythm.

Making one more effort towards our dreams, so we can enjoy the leisure of old age later on. Why not plan for the future early?

Now things are fast, dates with lovers, having a meal, there's no time. Actually, it has nothing to do with time, it's a matter of mindset. With a peaceful heart, select a book at Nanjing Library on South Taiping Road, or stroll through the old quarters,

letting time grow old.

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Now things are fast, we always recall the beauty of the past.

And then long for those pure worlds.

In fact, being moderate isn't bad. You say a slower pace of life is better, I agree. Someone else says a faster pace is stimulating, I also concur.

Just like small apartments are exquisite, large mansions are luxurious; each has its own charm, it's hard to say which is better.

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No matter how slow the past was, no matter how fast the present is.

I know that the land beneath my feet and the loved ones by my side,

whether in the past or now, must be protected with all my might.

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