People on the journey, earthly flashy, to face depression, in the face of decadence, in the face of irritability, in the face of sadness, we are not like the butterfly, looking for a small flower of our own, settling down, smelling the faint fragrance of chrysanthemum, sleeping peacefully. Tired, holding a book; Tired, looking for a fragrant petal; Tired, full of a quiet eye; Find a resting place for the soul.
人在旅途，俗世浮华，要面对沮丧，面对颓唐，面对烦躁，面对忧伤，我们何不像蝶儿一样，寻找属于自己一朵小花，将自己安顿下来，嗅着淡淡的菊香，安然入眠。倦了，执一本书卷；累了，寻一香花瓣；烦了，盈一眸恬淡；给心灵找一个歇脚点。
A drop of dew is enough to wash and rinse the dusty heart; A meter of sunshine is enough to make the heart full of misery swim and turn. To give the soul a resting place, in fact, it doesn't need to be so spacious. A grain of sand and stone, a clear spring... When the soul has a resting place, the perspective of seeing the world becomes wider, and the mood turns into a pair of invisible wings, flying between heaven and earth!
一滴清露，足以将落满尘埃的心，洗一洗，涮一涮；一米阳光，足以把充满凄苦的心，游一游，转一转。给心灵一个歇脚点，其实并不需要多么宽敞，一粒沙石，一泓清泉……心灵有了歇脚点，看世界的视角变宽，心情化为一双无形的翅膀，翱翔于天地之间！
