Go to the end of the world and listen to the wind

"Would you like to join me in this invitation of the wind?" As the wings passed over the last cloud layer of the North Atlantic, The Emerald Islands, divided by 18 fjords, Finally, I walked into the pupil from the cover page of the travel magazine—— Faroe Islands! Incredibly, this secret place with an average rainfall of 280 days per year, It actually spread out a whole blue sky curtain for me. The cliffs cut off the waves at a height of 400 meters. The tundra has condensed billions of years into green. The flock of sheep walked on the cloud shadows across the volcanic ridgeline, It turns out that there really is a speechless beauty between heaven and earth. The summer nights at 62 degrees north latitude never end. The day turns into a rose-colored veil at midnight, We aimlessly chase the light of the polar day. Driving side by side with the rainbow on the deserted road, Time was softened and prolonged by the sea breeze. When urban civilization collapses into a dotted line behind us, The wind in the wilderness is carrying the ancient whale songs, Crashed between the jagged basalt columns, At this moment I suddenly understood, Some scenery is destined to be measured in person. Only then can you hear the earth's first heartbeat. Listen to me—— The wind that blows through the North Atlantic Current, Did it pass through your dreams too? .