At the end of 2019, an epidemic without warning raided the world, and every corner of the world successively entered the closed mode. Mankind was once again faced with the struggle against the virus, and began to isolate people from each other and resist the virus carefully and tenaciously. The once colorful world was pressed the pause button, and we suddenly had a space to be alone and began to re-examine everything around us, including ourselves. At this time, we will be at a loss. We are used to looking at the beauty and ugliness of the world with our eyes. This dazzling beauty is refreshed one by one, which stimulates us to look for fresh goals. The fast pace sometimes gives us an illusion of fulfilment, but when you start talking to your inner self, you feel empty and vague, and again you are eager to fill it with more beautiful visions. Now, the rhythm of this crazy search suddenly stopped, and I realized that my scarred heart was exhausted. We began to pay attention to our motherland, our hometown, and the villages we haven't returned to for many years, a place that is always ignored because it is close, a scenic spot that we always wanted to go but never happened. The world has never changed, but the eyes to see it have become slow and far-reaching. We just throw ourselves into nature, do not think or analyze, let the mountains and rivers wrap me, and let the sunshine and rain nourish me. This natural power like breathing is the start of healing.