When the bits and pieces of life move through the trivial time at a vigorous pace, they are like the treetops blown by the evening breeze swaying the thin figure, preparing to bathe in the gentle moonlight, quietly but peacefully waiting for time to cut through the deep sky, and arrange the stars in the sky and the bright Milky Way into the most beautiful layout.
The evening wind blew through the treetops, and smoke was already curling up from the dark roofs. It was like a clarion call to go home, with infinite attraction, waking people up from their busy schedules, letting go of their tiredness and tense nerves, heading towards the place where the aroma of food wafted, and stretching out their tired legs due to overwork, just to rush into the relaxing little home early and slowly enjoy a hearty and heartwarming dinner after work.
The wind blew through the treetops that night, and the silent pier gradually became lively amid the sound of waves. The fishing boats out to sea sounded their long whistles, seeming to report safety to the people on the shore. They were full of joy of harvest, bringing back family expectations and warehouses full of freshness. When you see the satisfied smiles, the charm of life brews in the hard work and joy that uniquely belongs to fishermen.
The wind blew through the treetops at night, and the setting sun had long since disappeared under the cascading western mountains. The chaffinches returning late also brought delicious food to enjoy the tranquility of the night. The sound of water in the distance, the chirping of insects nearby, and the faint fragrance of flowers in the wind added to the tranquility of the village. Serenity, sometimes I think, in fact, tranquility does not need to be deliberately created. As long as we quietly taste and appreciate the scenery that life gives us, then the restless heart, the tiredness of the body, the old wounds, the regrets of the past and the dreams of the future will all turn into the footprints of life, and walk out of the real life. 
