The next day, I woke up early. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the radiant sunlight melting the frost flowers on the window. The warm sunlight streamed into the room through the paper windows, making the room warm and bright, almost dazzling. My parents weren't home, so the room was quiet. I heard a soft noise from the kitchen. When I went in, my mother was busy in the kitchen. I sneezed loudly, stretched comfortably, and felt so good that I wanted to hum.
As the ancients said, "At the crowing of the rooster, one should rise and practice martial arts; this is how a gentleman strives for self-improvement." Of course, I should get up and practice martial arts, but I didn't hear a rooster crow. At this point, the chickens should have already gone about their business, some scratching for
