There is nothing new under the sun.

I've been watching The Bugsman last night. Strictly speaking, it does not seem to be a cartoon for small children. The picture is too quiet and the music is too spiritual. As for the story, the silent bug master walks all the way and encounters different bugs and humans. There are not many plots, and the endings are mostly a bit obscure. They start quietly and end leisurely, and the concept of "worms" in the play itself is very ethereal. They live in the place closest to the heart of nature and exist in a peculiar state of life. Humans and insects are in the same world and influence each other, but each has its own balance. Very magical.

At the end of the episode "Light of the Eyelid", Yingu closed his second eyelid, the surroundings gradually became dark, and behind him, a river of light full of life flowed. It is so beautiful, so beautiful that it makes people hold their breath before they dare to approach it, so beautiful that it makes people willing to give up their eyes.

And "Soft Corner", shaken by the vast snow and the "good creepy sound", sat in a daze for a long time, watching Yingu drift away in the snow.

It's always just a light story, it seems to have its own deep meaning, but it only touches the point. I often feel that I am moved by a certain feeling, but I can't grasp it. The author is like the silver-haired, one-eyed insect master Yingu, who simply travels and tells, without any prejudice or impression. Humans and insects coexist in this nature in a wonderful relationship, with their own laws, occasional intersections, and only processes, and there is no right or wrong.

Insects are all over the nature, some die at dawn and dusk, some die in the sea along memory, some just drift for drifting, they have no consciousness, but they are the closest to nature. And the greed, hatred, sorrow, joy, or various desires that human beings showed in this encounter suddenly became an instinctive reaction, or it was just a symbol of a race.

What has been done will be done again; what has been done will be done again. There is nothing new under the sun. There is not one thing people can point to and say, this is new. However, it has already existed in the generations before us. The past generations will not be remembered; the future generations will not be remembered by those who come after.

When I saw this sentence for the first time, I just felt it pierced straight into my heart. Stimulated by the strong unknown light, he opened his eyes. Then faced with the vastness of thousands of years, the so-called pain has become very superficial.
This is only human time.

The world we live in is far wider than we think.
And it's really hard to tell if opening your eyes will make you happier.

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