Pastoral songs and smoke. Savor the days, 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.