"Beauty comes from an objective appreciation independent of things." Through a gentle lens, "Xuan Huang of Heaven and Earth" is free from the perspective of heaven and earth, and stitches together a highly differentiated humanistic illustrated book. They are isolated from each other and reproduce independently. The discussion of the dialectical relationship between mustard seeds and Xumi in Buddhist scriptures, that is, about the coexistence of individuals and nature, is involved in scenes of nature's supernatural work, and is also praised in the light and shadow of cities and tribes. The bestiality from humans exists in the unique Hertz. From facial paints in the Brazilian emirates to Japanese cardigan tattoos to metal piercings in Africa, people see skin as a gift of nature, and use it as a medium to externalize desires and beliefs into national symbols. They are eager to obtain the so-called information exchange with the gods, expressing the piety and gratitude of the small individual. At the same time, there is also awe of time in the skin. Time provides the conditions for the growth of the physical tissue. The traces of the changes of the years are buried in the texture, showing a unique tension of life, which is dense and infinitely extended, insignificant but passed down from generation to generation. In addition to skin, physical activity and voice and language are the blessings of natural creations, from which higher-level creations are derived, such as dance, writing, music, clothing, etc. We can all see human reliance on nature at the source of these products. When such admiration becomes a consensus, religion is born. This film shows the continuation of religion's remembrance of life in different time and space. These trajectories are an affirmation of self-existence and self-worth, and a recognition of the beauty of human nature. The times are changing with each passing day, and capital has become a fungus that spreads in the original land to decompose the original attributes. There were high-rise buildings everywhere, and the monotonous and heavy mechanical roar continued day and night. In Southeast Asia, natural colors and patterns are printed on clothing, losing their vitality and being silent in the conveyor belt of the assembly line. It seems that human beings should think that they have become the leaders of the earth, gradually peeling off their primitive animal skins and marching towards higher leadership. The established equality of nature is forgotten, and animals are called "beasts" and thrown into metal machinery, as if God only exists in the world of wanton actions. Capital pursued it relentlessly, eroding the last inch of land, and not only the animal spirits that had been enshrined by the ancestors, but also the reincarnation that would come to their own clan someday. Black holes and the universe, the boundaries of time and space, countless unknowns represent countless possibilities to overthrow human beings at the top. Is it possible that science will reach the boundary of subjective activity one day, and human beings will face the precipice of destruction. The black and yellow of heaven and earth are still there, but the throne of the ruler removed by the creator. The retrograde of the ascetic, the doomsday prophesied by Maya, there are always people watching the show, but never presupposed to be in it. Flags of various colors are waving in the sun, and the world is splashing with the heat of capital, even if it is against The utopia that advocates material things will inevitably become a moth to the flames. With a roar of doubt at the endless excavation of truth, and running wildly on the circuitous road of survival, we finally saw another group of people isolated from the noise, standing proudly in pursuit of returning to the original. Can the salvation of faith only depend on the gods, but the gods have never really come to the world. Even though "Tian Di Xuan Huang" shows how people of all shapes and sizes pursue it, like life, it has never revealed the end of the pursuit. I see a grit, timeless, that builds existential monuments. "Life is suffering, and I set off with my broken oar again." People never gave up their affirmation of truth, goodness and beauty, never gave up reflection, never gave up the gods who created hope for the suffering at the moment, never gave up resistance and struggle fist. This is our beastly nature, with the heavy Hertz when it roars, with the sun, moon and stars, with the unique sound waves of the universe. Difficult to disappear, or firmly declare that it will never disappear.
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