There was silence,
treetop
The breeze died away.
forest
The birds are silent.
Wait a minute.
You also rest in peace.
Goethe's inner peace is really enviable. It's a pity that I'm a layman, and it's rare to have such a blessing. In this noisy world of mortals, busy, so-called prosperous name, hard work for profit. How can we have peace and leisure? I can only envy fishing.
Life is only a few decades, you ask too much, but how much can you get. Why not learn from Mei's wife, He Er, and Zhang, and leave the Jianghu in one boat?