Essay | strolling through a small Swiss town, flowers and birds, letting go of the heart of chasing fame and profit, and having a happy land

Strolling through the streets of the Swiss sunny town, I am always amazed that foreigners love flowers so much, as natural as breathing.

The courtyard doors, windows, and roofs are all delicate flowers with a delicate fragrance. Swaying in the wind, they dot the houses, decorate people's lives, and relax the tense nerves caused by fast-paced work.

On the recliner under the shade of the flowers, take a beautiful nap or quietly read a favorite book, drink some coffee when tired, watch the bees work hard to collect honey, listen to the birds singing among the leaves, and be thankful for another beautiful day!

Let go of the heart of pursuing fame and profit, in this rolling earth, there is a happy land...