be quiet

I am not a quiet person.

But I can't deny it - I like to be quiet; I like to listen to my own breathing, time and time again, long and long; I like the blue sky with blue sky, like the few white clouds dotted in the sky, like long grass, full of flowers Fields, like a tree with a crown in the open fields, like the horizon between the sky and the earth...

I am looking forward to a place full of time, I imagine there is a blue and blue sky, there is a cloud lying in the arms of the blue sky, there is no hot light, the blue "river" is quiet, sometimes there is one or two The goshawk circling over the sky... Time seems to stop here, a glimmer of free wind, breaking the quiet enchantment, making a faint voice - the grass slaps each other, the leaves fall with the wind, and in an instant, Again and quiet...

……Boom! Boom! ... my heart beats suddenly... This is my ideal land! The free wind brought time to this place, and through the layers of clouds and blue, I saw a quiet hourglass—that is time. I like it quietly, so quiet, no longer flowing...