Pastoral songs and smoke. The long day has ended text postcard green island

That day I stayed in a hut in a small village between mountains and streams. In the quiet, rainy village, the passage of time feels different from usual. We drank tea, cooked, and walked, and just spent two ordinary days. I watched the rain fall in the house, and it stopped; I turned on the lights, and then they went out. Time leaves its footprints on ancient walls. At that time, the poem traveled across the distance and knocked on the door of my heart. At that moment, I had to write. I know that the texture of my words was born on the soil, and I cannot go to the palace. But it all still feels so good to me. Raise your head and try to find a star in the cloudy sky, That's when I really discovered, How precious is this self who is always willing to raise his head and look for beautiful things. Lying on the bed, my soul is soaked in softness, In the darkness, I thank the world from the bottom of my heart for bringing me here. Embrace beauty and goodness; laugh; live simply; Simply like something; know what is most important. Then, be honest with yourself and the world. Tomorrow, in fact, every day... I really want to be such a person. - "I came here" between mountains and streams The earth stretches out its hands Gently holding a small village People arriving in the village looking forward to sunshine It comes, but it always rains But the rain is also the same as me It's over mountains and ridges Just came today Just arrived at this moment Meet the window in front of me I think It’s not like I have to have a sunny day - silent village The shape of time is stretched So I squandered Nap, drink tea, cook also walk Walk very slowly that's all Savor the days carefully Like looking for a star in the sky - Watch the rain fall, watch the rain stop Watch the lights come on and the lights go out Watch the light and shadow migrate over time on the old wall I'm waiting here I'm waiting here Wait for a poem Want me to write it down Wait until it takes out what I have the purest thing become one in my place better person - And I understand it deeply. I'm not that kind bright and clean soul I am not in the palace It's living on the soil But good things still happen - actually when i look up It’s not necessary to have stars the most precious It’s this search for beautiful things and believe as an ordinary person What this world gave me greatest mercy It's this one A heart that is always willing to look up at the stars - The long days are over. Embracing beauty and goodness Always laugh and live simply simply like Know what is most important Be honest with yourself and the world ,tomorrow I really still want to be That kind of people _