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The author is picturesque 2xx May 22nd in xxx
God, since you put me in the ravine
I have to devote my life to it
I won't blame you
Maybe, It's your last resort
I won't be pessimistic
I'll just take things as they are
I turn my heart into poetry
I turn my feelings into joy
Although I can't see tall buildings
I can appreciate the dense forest
Although I can't see the endless stream
I can visit playful streams
Although I can't afford the sweetness of butterscotch < P > But the birds are falling in love with me.
Time has given me a chance to go to town.
But I can't get used to it. The exhaust there makes me dizzy.
Because I'm used to the freshness.
The noise there makes me unable to sleep.
Because I'm used to being quiet.
Because I'm used to the spacious courtyard.
I'm embarrassed by the space there. Who can judge
where there is prosperity, there is lack of beauty
where there is beauty, there is less prosperity
where the lights are dim
where you are comfortable and love to live in beautiful scenery
It turns out that what is suitable is the best
The best is not necessarily comfortable
Let it be, and peace is comfortable
Being comfortable is the best, and being comfortable is healthy
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