The male protagonist of the book is poisonous

In the early morning, just after the sun rose, its golden light, like countless slender and soft golden threads, quietly slipped into the room through the narrow gaps in the curtains. These golden threads were like incredibly gentle little hands, gently and lovingly caressing my cheeks, bringing warmth and light, slowly awakening me from my sweet sleep.

I slowly opened my eyes, still feeling a bit sleepy and languid. The strange feeling of yesterday's dream intertwined with reality still lingered in my mind like a thin veil, unable to be shaken off. It was a dreamlike feeling, a feeling of both reality and illusion, making it difficult to distinguish between illusion and reality.

Yet, even though the veil still lingered, my deepest inner resolve to bravely face life with a positive attitude burned like a blazing flame. This flame burned brighter and brighter within my chest, dispelling all confusion and hesitation, and giving me boundless strength and courage, allowing me to embrace the challenges and opportunities of each new day without hesitation.

I stretched myself comfortably, stretching my arms wide, then yawned deeply, as if to expel all the fatigue of the night. Then, I slowly sat up from the soft bed. Normally, I would linger a little longer, enjoying the moment of laziness and comfort. However, today was different.

My eyes slowly swept across this small, slightly shabby room. The mottled paint on the walls seemed like the silent footprints of time, telling of the vicissitudes of time and change. The furniture in the room was simple but somewhat disorganized. However, today, when my eyes once again fell on these familiar objects and corners, I suddenly perceived a different scene.

I took a deep breath, determined to bring this small space back to life. With complete concentration and meticulousness, I set to work making the bed. First, I gently lifted a corner of the quilt and carefully folded it in half, ensuring all four corners were perfectly aligned. As if I were holding not just any quilt, but a priceless treasure, I folded it with the utmost care, fearing even the slightest wrinkle.

Every fold, every smoothed wrinkle, felt like a line I'd painstakingly sketched, delicate and precise. In this seemingly ordinary process, my heart, once entangled in a whirlwind of complex thoughts, unexpectedly began to calm, as if being gently combed by an invisible hand, and all my worries and anxieties slowly dissipated.

I gently pushed open the slightly old door and stepped into the small, dimly lit kitchen. At first glance, the various kitchen utensils and seasoning bottles in the kitchen were placed in a disorderly manner, making people feel a little uneasy.

I slowly walked over to the cupboard and carefully opened the door. It was filled with a variety of items, but I quickly found the canister of coffee grounds and a neatly arranged stack of filters. After reaching for them, I turned to the stove, filled the kettle with water, and set it on the stove to heat.

Soon, the water boiled, and wisps of white steam rose from the spout. I carefully lifted the kettle and slowly and evenly poured the scalding water into the filter paper-lined filter cup. The moment the hot water hit the coffee grounds, a rich aroma suddenly rose, like a group of lively and lovely elves happily leaping out of the coffee grounds.

These little elves seemed impatient to wait, dancing through the air at breakneck speed, spreading rapidly and filling the entire room in the blink of an eye. The rich aroma of coffee was like a warm breeze, gently brushing my face and then entering my nostrils without hesitation.

This enchanting fragrance is like a charming and passionate dancer. With her elegant dance moves and agile steps, she instantly pulled me out of my originally hazy and confused state and pulled me into a fresh and sober wonderful world.

Immersed in the wonderful aroma of coffee, I momentarily forgot everything around me. Then, regaining consciousness, I walked over to the dining table and pulled a piece of soft bread from the bag on the table. Then, I quickly walked to the refrigerator, opened the door, and was greeted by a burst of cool air. After searching for a while, I finally found the jar of sweet, delicious jam.

The jam was of an extremely bright color, just like fresh fruit picked from the orchard, so gorgeous and radiant. Its color was so tempting, like a ripe gem, emitting a charming light, making people salivate.

Carefully, I picked up a delicate spoon and gently dipped it into the jar, scooping out a small spoonful of the dreamy, beautiful jam. The moment the spoon touched the jam, I could feel its delicate, silky texture, smooth as silk. Then, I slowly spread the small spoonful of jam onto a piece of golden bread. Like thick paint, the jam spread across the bread, bit by bit, forming a thin coating.

With the jam covering it, the plain bread suddenly glowed with an attractive luster, as if it had been given new life. The aroma of the jam also wafted out, filling the air, penetrating into my nostrils, and teasing my taste buds.

I eagerly placed the jam-covered bread in my mouth and gently took a bite. Instantly, the soft texture of the bread and the sweet flavor of the jam blended perfectly, blossoming on my tongue like a vibrant, colorful flower. With each bite, I savored the delicate yet rich flavor, like nature's most precious gift, bringing joy to my heart.

This wonderful taste experience is not just the simple satisfaction brought by food, but also a love and enjoyment of life in every detail. At this moment, all worries and fatigue are left behind, leaving only the pure beauty and happiness.

When I was leaving the house, I stopped in front of the mirror on purpose. The me in the mirror was wearing that plain outfit, but I could clearly see that my eyes had added a firmness and confidence that I had never had before. I took a deep breath, straightened my back, carefully adjusted my collar, and then walked briskly towards the bus stop. In the corridor, I unexpectedly met my neighbor, a middle-aged uncle. In the past, I always lowered my head habitually and hurried past him to avoid any eye contact. But today, I raised my head, a sincere smile bloomed on my face, and I took the initiative to greet him enthusiastically: "Uncle, good morning!" The uncle was stunned at first, and seemed a little surprised, but soon responded with a kind smile: "Good morning."

While waiting for the bus at the bus stop, my eye was captivated by the blossoms blooming along the roadside. Though delicate and small, they blossomed with unparalleled splendor. Crowded together, their crimson like flames, pink like clouds, and yellow like gold, they danced gracefully in the gentle breeze, like a group of girls in colorful dresses. The breeze, like a gentle conductor, gently swayed the flowers to their rhythm, their petals trembling in the breeze, as if presenting their most captivating presence to the world. This scene reminded me of the flowers in my dream yard. Although these were only small, unknown wildflowers by the roadside, they were equally vibrant and energetic, as if embodying the tenacity and beauty of life. I couldn't help but bend down and approach the flowers, and a faint floral fragrance filled my nostrils. The scent, like clear spring water, wasn't overpowering, but refreshing and pleasant, invigorating and refreshing.

The bus slowly approached, the advertising posters glaring in the sunlight. I boarded, slowly making my way down the aisle, finally taking a seat by the window. The streetscape outside the window began to recede, like a flowing scroll. I gazed at the familiar shop signs, some shabby, their paint peeling like mottled leaves. Then there were the diverse passersby, some hurrying, as if driven by time, to their destinations, while others leisurely strolled, enjoying a moment to themselves. I sat quietly on the bus, silently planning my work for the day. Instead of the usual complaints and dread I once felt about work, I now pondered with anticipation how to complete tasks more efficiently and find greater enjoyment and fulfillment in my work.

Arriving at the office, I pushed open the door and was greeted by the familiar office atmosphere, a mingled smell of paper, ink, and computers. I greeted the front desk colleague with a warm smile, and she smiled back. Entering the office, I didn't get a glass of water or linger for a moment, as I usually do. Instead, I went straight to my desk and quickly turned on my computer. While the computer was booting up, I pulled out my notebook and began to focus intently on reviewing the day's work. I meticulously listed each task, carefully noting the estimated completion time and potential obstacles.

When faced with a problem, I no longer give up easily or sit there complaining, as I used to. I quickly open my browser, my eyes glued to the screen, my fingers clicking rapidly on the mouse, like a dedicated explorer searching for treasure, diligently searching for relevant information. When the online resources don't meet my needs, I stand up without hesitation and walk to my colleagues' desks. With a sincere and humble attitude, I ask for their advice, my eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge. I listen carefully to my colleagues' explanations, nodding my head to show my understanding, like a humble and eager student. Meanwhile, I quickly and meticulously jot down key points in my notebook, the tip of my pen making a soft, scratchy sound as it scrapes across the paper.

Lunchtime arrived, and I didn't just order takeout on my phone as usual. I excitedly walked out of the office building and headed to a small nearby restaurant. The place was bustling with activity, the tables and chairs a bit cramped. I found a vacant seat in the corner and scanned the menu. While the menu wasn't as extensive as at a large restaurant, every dish looked reasonably priced. I ordered a set meal with both meat and vegetables, and the waiter soon brought the meal to the table. The food wafted with an alluring aroma, inviting me in. I first scooped up a handful of stir-fried seasonal vegetables. The vegetables were incredibly fresh, with a crisp texture, as if each bite was filled with the vitality of nature. Then I took a bite of the golden-pan-fried chicken cutlet. The skin was crispy like a thin layer of crust, and the sound of a crackling sound echoed through my mouth. The tender and juicy chicken inside, its juices overflowing in my mouth, left me with a lasting impression. I sat in the restaurant, watching the people around me with great interest. There were office workers dining alone, glued to their phones, their eyes glued to the screen, their smiles occasionally breaking out involuntarily at something amusing, like ripples on a calm lake. There were also friends chatting together, gleefully sharing anecdotes over their meals. Their laughter echoed like silver bells, filling the restaurant with energy and joy. I suddenly realized that these small details in life are like shining pearls, filled with warmth and joy. Every ordinary moment is worth cherishing.

The afternoon was still busy, but I remained positive and optimistic. After completing an important task, I sent my report to my boss with a tinge of anticipation. Not long after, my boss replied via email. Seeing the words of praise in the email, I felt a surge of deep satisfaction. This satisfaction, like a warm tide, slowly welled up from the depths of my heart. It was unlike the fleeting joy of small achievements. It was a profound recognition of my efforts, like a farmer seeing the bountiful harvest after their hard work. It was a joy that emanated from deep within, like a warm current flowing through my heart.

After get off work, I didn't go straight home as usual. I headed for the nearby park. The gate was an antique wooden structure, mottled with age, its paint faded like the pale colors on an ancient scroll. Inside, the park was bustling with activity, filled with people. I strolled along the lakeside. The water shimmered in the setting sun, like countless golden gems dancing joyfully on the surface. Occasionally, a few small boats glided across the surface, their oars gently slicing the water, a soft "splash" like the notes of a beautiful symphony. I saw an elderly couple sitting arm in arm on a bench, their faces beaming with happiness. The grandfather's hair had turned gray, as if stained with frost by time. He was whispering to his wife, who smiled softly, her eyes filled with tenderness and love. The scene was like a heartwarming old photograph, deeply moving.

I found a quiet corner in the park and sat down, surrounded by lush greenery, a barrier of greenery separating me from the hustle and bustle of the outside world. I quietly reflected on the day, from the morning sun shone on my face to now, sitting in a corner of the park at sunset. I discovered that when I approach life with a positive and optimistic attitude, even an ordinary day is filled with surprises and rewards. Every subtle change, every positive attempt, is like a seed of hope, taking root in the soil of life, sprouting and blossoming into a flower of hope. I know this is just the beginning. I will persevere and make this positive attitude a habit in my life, pursuing my own happiness.

I stood up, the afterglow of the setting sun casting a golden veil over me, as if I were draped in a sacred cloak. Facing this brilliant afterglow, I walked home with firm, powerful steps. I knew tomorrow would be another new day filled with hope, and I was fully prepared to embrace every new challenge and write my own chapter of happiness.