At a time when the epidemic is repeated, the economy is down, and the pressure is greatly increased, for you who are busy all day, perhaps a good night's sleep seems too luxurious.
Some time ago, HBO's documentary "A World of Calm" scored as high as 9.3 points on Douban, and the B station had nearly five million plays, and the exquisite picture was accompanied by the voice of Hollywood's first-line celebrities, and many friends directly called "one episode sleepy, two episodes asleep", really "hypnotic god film".
Today is "World Sleep Day" on March 21, as well as "World Forest Day" and "World Poetry Day", and the unread jun has carefully prepared different hypnotic methods.
Accompanied by the white noise of the forest, read a poem, listen to a book, enjoy a page of scenery, and sleep together in a sweet sleep in an atmosphere that is exclusive to you!
Recite these poems silently, and be quiet,
Fall asleep in sensibility
The house was so quiet, so quiet.
A tree outside the window, in the midst of snowflakes falling
It became pale and silent—
Its whispers are warm and silent,
After the last indulgence of winter
The flames that are going to burn out —
The house was so quiet, so thorough
Silence: It's like—
A glance into memory, and a kiss.
— "Behind the Light and Everything: April, April", Matthias Polytiki
Listen to this forest, relax,
Fall asleep in nature
The most important thing in Van Gogh's eyes is the apple blossom, and the most unassuming deformed branches suddenly become beautiful, which means creativity.
The pale, feather-light petals suddenly open, breathtakingly beautiful, and can drape the roughest and most tumor-shaped old trees with brilliant clouds.
When dawn begins to fall, you seem to be able to see the trees yawning, stretching their bodies, and waking up the twigs.
The buds on the trees seemed a little uncertain at first, but they gradually lit up every branch in spite of the lingering threat of frost, like a sleepy-eyed smile blooming into a bright but firm smile.
This seasonal uproar is presented in Van Gogh's "Apple Blossom", where butterfly-like flowers seem to dance with twisted twigs in the bright turquoise sky.
—"Those Trees That Lived Long, Long," Fiona Stafford
Follow this voice, close your eyes,
Fall asleep in the story
I also inherited from my mom a trait that is good at forgetting the pain in life.
I remember the cause of the trauma, but I don't hold on to the trauma.
I never let the pain of memories get in the way of my attempts at something new.
If you always think that your mom will hit you, or that life will punish you, you won't break boundaries and break the rules.
The best part is that you get beaten, cry for a while, and wake up the next day to move on with your life.
There may be a few bruises left on your body to remind you of what happened, but it's okay, and after a while, the bruises will fade, and they fade for a reason — it's time to do something again.
—Born Guilty, Trevor Noah