Humans are so small that our bodies can't even reach a tree, yet our brains have to think about all kinds of questions about time and space. The universe is space, the universe is time, and human beings are sliding and thinking in the universe.
Someone has recorded this amazing planet with a beautiful lens, this world we have never observed.
Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, baraka, the sages of China and the West made similar revelations. You don't need to know the final answer, when we exist in this world, we are comprehending the spirit of nature and the force of life.
In the spring, when the spring finally climbed up the ridges quietly, the farmers in China started to work hard for another day, while on the other side of the earth, people are enduring the torment of the cold winter.
The earth is round, and nothing is completely absolute. When we are laughing at "Xiaoqiang", maybe we are also being ridiculed by other tall and intelligent creatures.
What is the future of mankind?
We come from an unknown past, and we are going to an unknown future, and a sense of awe rises leisurely.
The sacred Himalayas, clad in snow and ice, look down on the world, telling ancient earth stories with her vicissitudes of life.
The mysterious Lama Temple is on the edge of the cliff, as if it will fall to the bottom of the valley in an instant, and she is also listening.
The clouds on the high mountains wandered in the mountain streams, exuding natural light smoke, layer upon layer of peaks. Please don't ask Fuyun, because she doesn't know either. Floating clouds drifted to the far room, leaving only a wisp of blue smoke.
The Himalayas, the place that many people yearn for all their lives, has been accompanied by loneliness for thousands of years, supporting her huge body alone, growing day and night. How many footsteps and corpses of climbers were buried in the wind and snow, but in the Himalayas, she was not moved. The strong wind whistled on her head and body, sometimes rolling up the snow on the mountain, blurring her eyes, and messing up her hair. She was old. There seemed to be an eagle's cry in the distance, resounding through the valley, through the sky, through the lonely mountaintop. If one day you are lucky enough to climb the Himalayas, you may be able to feel her loneliness. She looked down at all beings, but she couldn't get close. She wanted to touch the sky with one hand, but she couldn't get it. The Himalayas sighed heavily on the top of the earth.
There is no doubt that human beings grew up in the hot springs of this mountain stream. When they were monkeys, they soaked in the water and curiously visited this mysterious world.
Whether you admit it or not, you did evolve from monkeys.
We used to crawl, we used to have our hair disheveled, we used to be naked, we used to live in this world without shame.
How did we come to this strange planet? What will our future be like?
We flow on the celestial axis of time in the universe, waiting for the recovery of all things.
Do we really think? When the first monkey was born in this world, did she think, this is a question. It closed its eyes, perhaps because it was too tired, perhaps because the problem was too complicated, or perhaps it was not worth mentioning at all.
We came to the world inexplicably like this, inexplicably wanting to live in this world, without the slightest reason, even if the lake water has annihilated us, we still have to muster up the courage to walk to the shore.
When we open our eyes, we have made a decision in our hearts, full of courage, we decide to board the shore of ignorance.
In the early morning, people get up early and start their day's activities. People crossed their hands and hid in their sleeves, walking on the gray streets buried in loess. This is the land of China that has experienced thousands of years of civilization and vicissitudes. The ancient buildings, the majestic stone lions, and the early morning sun shines through the eaves of the ancient buildings on the long streets of loess. This is the human beings hundreds of millions of years later. .
There was an ethereal sound of bells in the distance, and the birds in the woods were chirping happily, and the world finally got busy.
Beside the Lama Temple, an elderly hunchbacked lama is cleaning the street in front of the door.
Some were busy, some were meditating silently, and the lamas began their day of prayer.
The green smoke is thick, the long hair is deep in thought, Buddhism and Christianity coexist, thousands of years have passed, and human beings are still as quiet as they were at first.
The fire of death burns from ancient times, and it cannot burn all human beings, but can only turn endless time into ashes.
You think the world is full of sounds, you think the world is very noisy, but in fact, you don't understand, the world is always silent.
The tide of time comes from afar, and we just drift along the water, enjoying the nearby scenery as far as we can see.
Human history is a corner of the earth, but as wonderful as the poems.
You see countless ruins, you see countless heroic armbands, and they all melt until you solidify them again.
Under the oblique light of the setting sun, everything presents its angle.
You don't understand the way everyone else on this planet lives, just as they don't understand your way of life. But that's how people live differently.
The world is like this, you don't need to understand it, just let it go on like this, don't try to change anything.
From nothing, from quiet to loud, check out this wonderful group behavior.
The mountains are speechless, the wind and clouds are surging, you don't know what has happened in this world and what will happen.
Please don't ignore that cloud of history, she floats from a distance and stays in your sky, she will float into the long future until you are not there.
You never know how many secrets this magical land holds.
The sun rises and the moon sets, from ancient times to the present.
The sky of history goes too fast, shining people's eyes.
Change, from time immemorial to the present, never changes. You don't have to keep up with the pace of change, you'd better be a spectator, watching the passing years through the rubble.
The ancient animal half-squinted, ignoring the silent earth.
Don't laugh at the primitive behavior of animals, because our ancestors used to do this too.
You hear the sound of water coming from a distance, as if flowing into your heart. Thick smoke billowed, and a rainbow of seven colors floated above the water.
The silence in the distance drifts in the sky of history, an old tree, a few jackdaws.
Green trees and flowing clouds live in the vast land, and you see the noisy chainsaw, trying to cut off the towering tree. All kinds of creatures were also busy escaping for their lives, and the big tree collapsed, overwhelming a nearby area.
There was a cannon shot, the huge rock turned into rubble, and there was a rumbling sound, as if singing the elegy of nature.
Pieces of houses, with red walls and red tiles, are full of life on earth. People live peacefully and peacefully, with children painting the walls outside the windows, and white-haired old people watching from the windowsill.
In this world, the scent of people is everywhere, and people use all possible methods to change the world.
The workers are working hard, that is their way of life, there is no argument. Of course you don't have to capture the whole picture, because that's not necessary at all. Ordinary repetitive old movements, sweat will only stay on the face and flow on the fingertips.
You see indifferent people slowing down, walking in empty streets and in crowded subways.
Pedestrians knock on wooden fish on the street, but no one cares.
Primitive humans climbed ashore and finally came to the metropolis lined with high-rise buildings.
The world is picking up pace, the pace is getting faster and faster. You see crowds walking in a hurry, cars shuttling through the city, and the world goes into irregular motion.
You feel irritable and don't know why you are so busy. You feel sleepy, only to find that there is no support beside you.
You get in the car in a hurry and get out in a hurry.
Look at the young man, they don't know why. From the moment they came into this world, they were destined to face all the hustle and bustle.
Repeated production lines are simply the greatest insult to worker creativity. They don't know why this is done or how the other parts are done.
People have become no different from machines. By the way, in modern factories, everyone is an intelligent machine.
You don't know how many people an elevator has to transport every day, how many people a plane or train has to take every day, and they just have to move for no reason.
Crowded human beings are no different from crowded chicks, they come to this world, they live in this world, and they leave this world.
You hear the gasp of the city and perhaps the world, and she's overwhelmed. The giant earth is now walking alone through the universe with heavy steps.
It's a terrifying world, and the silent cry of those who want to change the world.
The humble people are picking up garbage in the garbage dump. You see such a scene on the screen, but you can't smell the smell of the scene. Pigs, sheep, and beef also passed through, but only made a cold snort or two. The rubbish picker looked at the camera indifferently, without saying a word, and then gave a knowing smile, because of this smile, perhaps your heart will immediately cool down. They are teenagers, they are ignorant teenagers.
No matter how rich the city is, even if the crowd is rolling in, it will never stop poverty from gnawing at people.
With thousands of planes parked at airports, thousands of soldiers ready to go, war is always brewing.
The bugle vibrated, the wolf smoke billowed, the air was mixed with thick blood, the fighting came from the depths of history, and the fire seemed to ignite the sky in this spring.
Those grievances hidden in the museum, they are still living in the museum, telling the history in their own way.
Do you see this indifference?
This world starts from loneliness, passes through human beings, and finally becomes indifferent.
If you know human warfare, you should know that indifference is the most terrible weapon of war. Every solemn soldier is declaring the inviolability of his domain.
From beneath the mysterious pyramid comes the song of history, which accompanies these ancient relics for thousands of years.
From ancient times to the present, the history of the earth is an endless song.
The oars slid across the shimmering water, leaving only a trace of water, and then they disappeared as soon as the sun set.
In the river of history, women wash their hair, she would have thought that this river was also the place where the ancestors washed their hair.
People bathing in the Ganges quietly enjoy the holy river water. People stand in the river and pray to the sun. What are they praying for? In this world, everyone has troubles, everyone is troubled, pray to make people peaceful. Even if this prayer is trembling, even if this prayer is sincere, people would rather believe in the existence of saints.
Every devout believer deserves respect.
The ancient Ganges River is also dripping blood. This river that once nurtured the ancient civilization of mankind has finally attracted thousands of believers.
The smoke was rolling, they didn't have to, they just didn't know why they couldn't.
Looking up at the sky, looking at the clouds and mists of the past, when the meteors are scattered in the world, and watching the earth that has blessed us for tens of thousands of years, I fell into deep thinking, it seems that we should do something.
Put down a light of hope and float to distant places, may she bring peace to the earth, and may she soothe the restless hearts of mankind.
Looking up at the earth, the sun, the moon and the stars, the changes of the earth are beyond people's imagination. When you are sitting around the table and enjoying dinner quietly, when you are watching a boring bubble drama in front of the computer, time does not stop, the world still uses it. All his strength flew forward.
Please look at this vast universe, the earth is just a tiny part of it.
This quiet night sky also makes people feel inexplicably frightening.
Looking up at Earth, at the low level we deserve.
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