Every time the train honks, I think: this is his happiness, but he watches with his life. He works among the boulders in this valley every day, enjoying the comfort of nature. Wave to the speeding train. Waiting for him is the long and distant voice.

This is the happiness he wants, even ordinary, but it is also a simple and ordinary spiritual comfort.

Actually, happiness is just a gesture. If you feel happy, life will be extremely happy. Life is miserable when you feel pain. A person, noble or vulgar, is happy as long as he conforms to his own nature, finds what he really likes to do and makes it perfect.

Find your own ordinary share, and you will eventually find its unique comfort and beauty. It requires us to savor, discover and find satisfaction in ordinary life. In this way, we can hear the joy of "alarm".