晨霧漫過紗窗時，

When morning mist drifts through the screen window, linen curtains are gently folded. The first ray of sunlight slips through the gaps, painting thin gold edges on the floor.

吐司機彈出淺焦的面包，

蒸騰的熱氣模糊了玻璃罐里的草莓醬。

瓷碗碰出叮當聲，

牛奶在杯中晃出細小的漩渦?？Х壬讛噭訒r，

糖粒正在液體里慢慢舒展腰身。

The toaster ejects lightly charred bread, its steam fogging the strawberry jam in the glass jar. Porcelain bowls clink, milk swirling tiny eddies in the cup.

Succulent leaves cradle morning dew, refracting diamond-like sparks. Pothos aerial roots creep around the iron railing, weaving an invisible net.

灶臺上的琺瑯鍋還留著熱意，

鍋底的粥痕結著淺黃的膜。

竹筷搭在瓷碗邊緣，

筷尖沾著沒擦凈的醬色。

櫥柜門沒關嚴，露出半盒蘇打餅干，

包裝袋在穿堂風里輕輕翕動。

The enamel pot on the stove still holds warmth, a pale yellow film crusting its porridge stains. Bamboo chopsticks rest on a porcelain bowl edge, tips smudged with leftover sauce. 

針織毯被揉成松松的團，

陷在沙發角落。

遙控器半埋在絨毛里，

露出半截銀邊。

剛剝的橘子皮堆在玻璃盤里，

甜香正順著沙發的紋路慢慢滲進布料。

The knit blanket is crumpled into a loose ball, nestled in the sofa corner. A remote control half-buried in fluff, showing a sliver of silver edge. 

The quilt corner piles into a soft curve at the bed's foot,like an unmade cloud.The pillowcase bears faint traces of hair,laundry detergent's light fragrance mingling with body warmth.