The weathered and corroded stone statues in the vast desert, the yellow sand fluttered by the breeze, the tall buildings and temples in the sea of clouds, the mountains and rivers and gravel on the calm lake, the cars like flowing water and horses, the unified production line and the industry that will be rebuilt. waste.
Natural and artificial, still and passing, birth and death, death and eternity.
Anyway, I can't use my shallow writing to describe the scenery of Da Yin Xisheng.
Most of my shocks are the sincere awe of ignorance and the unknown, the bleak and sadness of chasing one’s boundless end, the recognition and disapproval of the way of life of different customs and races, and the differences in individual social identities. The astonishment of human beings, the contradictory emotions of human beings adapting to nature and transforming nature, and the boundless pride and sadness of human beings because of the limited life.
The gigantic, ignorant, parallel really blows my mind and breaks my heart.
I think of Nankang Baiqi's swan song:
You look at the people coming and going on the street, everyone is in a hurry, and when you meet an indifferent glance, no one can see through other people's back stories, and no one knows if others are in their hearts. living alone.
Oh, and the scene where a group of children rushed onto the terrace and pushed the prayer buckets one after another, reminded me of a not-so-trivial sentence: In that life, I turned mountains and rivers to stupas, not for the next life, but for the journey. meet you.
PS And the guy who put stuff on his face really scared me.
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