Time is sealed in Xiaowei Cave, standing still, you will hear your own heartbeat. Tiny you and me, holding torches in hand, bending forward along the trail, a certain feeling of anxiety and irration strikes, as if we interrupted the work of people in the old age.
With the fire, the charcoal paintings outlined by the ancestors slowly emerged: the neighing horses, the fighting rhinos, and the courted lionesses, as clear as yesterday and extremely vivid, as if they could hear their sounds.
The bear head is carefully placed on the altar, facing the entrance of the cave. The ancestors are dressed in thick fur, very religiously, in a dark environment, chanting spells, entering meditation, in another dimension space, with these strong Living dialogue: Please, give us strength!
In the primitive times, human beings were only a member of the animals. They admired the agility of the elk and the vigor of the liger. Human beings draw idols on the rock wall, trying to open a dialogue between each other's souls. How can't it? Our souls are interlinked. People can speak, and trees can also speak. Here, human and animal souls exchange with each other, flow, permeate, and receive messages from the spiritual world. Look, the soul of the hand is painting.
If the memory can be preserved, then we standing in front of the mural are communicating with our ancient ancestors. While watching, we are also prying into the secrets of the human heart. Can the tauren female body, bravery and prolific, be combined?
When the albino crocodiles swim to Xiaowei Cave, what will they see? The strange fantasy of reflections on the water surface inspired our surreal thoughts: did these creatures split themselves into a mirror image, did they really meet, or is this just the reflection in the mirror they imagined?
And today, are we like a crocodile gazing into the abyss of time and space? Nothing is true, nothing is inevitable. Perhaps, compared with humans tens of thousands of years ago, we are no different, and evolution is simply a false proposition.
In the face of time, in order to prove existence, we keep creating mirror images, observing, and prying, but we will never be able to withstand the destiny that will inevitably disappear.
The dusty cave, like a dream, retains those distant memories. Under the light of the fire, we dance with the shadows, forgetting time.
Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and face the shadow of three people. Li Taibai has already sung about this lonely and lonely romance and helplessness, no matter how hard it is, it can't compete for time.
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