A friend's visit, a joyful mood, walking through beautiful scenery, very delightful, suddenly recalling a wonderful piece of writing I saw a few days ago, sharing with everyone:

Mr. Wang Zengqi said in "Plants and Trees of the Human World," the best happiness in the world is just leisurely watching the grass and trees, quietly observing the passing years.
Useless things in the world are the most healing for the mind.
A tree with green leaves, a gentle breeze, ordinary and simple, just gives life a tender hue.
The gentleman also gently wrote:
If you visit me and I am not here, sit for a while outside my door with the grass and trees, they are very warm, I have been watching them for many, many days.
Many things are actually meaningless; eating, drinking, playing, and having fun are not a waste of time, and enduring hardships is not necessarily worth praising.
Life is about constantly feeling; it doesn't have to be about doing what the world considers meaningful.
If you want, daydreaming, watching sunsets, and counting stars are all meaningful!
When we can still pause for a lush green tree, when we can still be moved by the small beauties in life, when we can still love, listen, and feel,
then we are truly living,
perhaps that is the meaning of life.