Ask ourselves, how long has it been that our heart, which is rushing in the noisy world, has not stopped and listened quietly, like the gentlest moonlight in the night, to the voice deep in our heart?
Migrant workers, a group that carries the city's dreams and sweat, shuttle between high-rise buildings every day, and the sound of keyboard tapping and meeting discussions interweave into a symphony of unremitting struggle. When the sun set, they were finally able to break away from the shackles of work and embark on their way home, but the fatigue was not only heavy on the body, but also indescribable fatigue deep in the soul. Their souls are like a field that has been dry for a long time, longing for the nourishment of sweet rain, a quiet time that can allow the soul to rest and allow the thoughts to settle.
Should we slow down occasionally, find a quiet corner, or in front of a moonlit window, close our eyes, take a deep breath, and let our soul return to its most authentic state. At such a moment, you might as well ask yourself, are those dreams and desires that are covered up by the trivialities of daily life still as burning as they were at the beginning? Did the loneliness and tenacity that I tasted alone late at night create a more tenacious self? Let us give ourselves a gentle care apart from the busyness and hustle and bustle, listen to the truest voice in our hearts, and let it lead us to a more fulfilling and happy life.
