Where do we come from and where are we going?For tens of thousands of years, human beings have lived in this world for hundreds of thousands of years, but they never know the answer to this simplest question.
Humans are so small that our bodies can't even reach a tree, but our brains have to think about time and space.Universe is space and universe is time. Human beings glide and think in the universe.
Some people have recorded this magical planet, the world we have never observed with beautiful camera.
The world is dark yellow, Baraka, and the sages of China and the West have made similar enlightenment.You don't have to know the final answer. When we exist in this world, we are understanding the spirit of nature and the power of life.
Spring, when spring finally climbed the ridge, farmers began a day of hard work, and on the other side of the earth, people are suffering from the cold winter.
The earth is round, and nothing is absolutely absolute. When we laugh at John, maybe we are also being teased by other tall intelligent creatures.
What kind of long-term future will mankind go towards.
We come from the unknown past, but also to the unknown future, a feeling of awe rises leisurely.
The sacred Himalayas, covered with snow and ice, overlooks the world and tells the ancient earth story with her vicissitudes of life.
The mysterious Lama Temple is on the edge of the cliff, as if it is about to fall to the bottom of the valley in an instant. She is also listening.
The clouds on the mountains roam in the mountain streams, revealing the light smoke of nature, layers of mountains.Please don't ask Fuyun, because she doesn't know.Floating clouds drift far away, leaving only a wisp of green smoke.
Himalayas, a place many people yearn for all their lives, has been accompanied by loneliness for thousands of years, supporting a huge body alone, growing day and night.
The wind and snow buried the footprints and bodies of many climbers, but in the Himalayas, she was not moved.
The strong wind was blowing on her head and body, and sometimes the snow on the mountain blurred her eyes and disordered her hair. She was old.From afar, it seemed that the cry of an eagle rang through the valley, the sky, and the lonely mountain top.If one day you are lucky enough to climb the Himalayas, you may feel her loneliness.She looked down upon all living beings, but she could not get close to it. She wanted to touch the sky with one hand, but could not get it. The Himalayas sighed heavily on the top of the earth.
There is no doubt that human beings grew up in the hot spring of this mountain stream. When they were monkeys, they immersed in the water and visited the mysterious world curiously.
Whether you admit it or not, you really evolved from monkeys.
We have crawled, we have dishevelled, we have been naked, we have lived in this world shamelessly.
How did we get to this strange planet?What is our future?
We flow on the time axis of the universe, waiting for all things to recover.
Do we really think?When the first monkey was born in this world, she did not think, it is a question.It closed its eyes, perhaps because it was too tired, perhaps because the problem was too complex, perhaps it was not worth mentioning at all.
We come to the world without any reason. There is no reason why we want to live in this world. Even if the lake is going to annihilate us, we still have to summon up the courage to go to the shore.
When we open our eyes, our hearts have made a decision, full of courage, we decided to embark on the shore of ignorance.
In the morning, people get up early and start the day's activities.People cross their hands in their sleeves and walk in the grey street buried in loess, which is the land of China which has experienced thousands of years of civilization vicissitudes.Ancient buildings, majestic stone lions, the morning sun shines through the eaves of ancient buildings on the Loess long street, which is from the ape to now hundreds of millions of years later..
In the distance came the ethereal bell, the birds in the woods were also singing, and the world was finally busy.
Beside the Lama Temple, an old hunchback Lama is cleaning the street in front of the gate.
Some people are busy, others are meditating, and the lamas begin a day of prayer.
With smoke and long hair, Buddhism and Christianity coexist. After thousands of years, human beings are still as quiet as they were at first.
The fire of death comes from ancient times. It can't burn out human beings. It can only turn endless time into ashes.
You think the world is full of sound, you think the world is very noisy, in fact, you do not understand, the world is always silent.
The tide of time from afar, we just drift along the river, in sight, enjoy the nearby scenery.
Human history is a corner of the earth, but it is as wonderful as poetry.
You see countless ruins, you see countless armbands of heroes, and they melt until you solidify them again.
Under the setting sun, everything presents its angle.
You don't understand the lifestyle of other people on this planet, just as they don't understand yours.But that's how people live differently.
The world is like this, you don't need to understand, just let it go on like this, don't try to change anything.
From nothing to nothing, from quiet to noisy, look at this wonderful group behavior.
Mountain speechless, storm surging, you do not know what has happened in this world, what will happen.
Please don't ignore the cloud of history. She comes from afar and stays in your sky. She will float to the future for a long time, until you are not there.
You never know how many secrets lie in this magical land.
The sun rises and the moon sets.
The sky of history goes too fast, shining people's eyes.
Changes, from ancient times to the present, remain unchanged.You don't have to keep up with the pace of change, you'd better be a spectator, looking through the ruins of the past.
The old animals squint and ignore the silent earth.
Don't laugh at the primitive behavior of animals, because our ancestors used to do the same.
You hear the sound of water coming from afar, as if flowing into your heart.Smoke billows and rainbow floats above the current.
The distant tranquility floats in the historical sky, an old tree, a few crows.
Green trees, clouds live in the vast land, you saw the noisy saw, to cut off the towering trees.All kinds of creatures were busy running for their lives, and the big tree fell down, overwhelming the nearby area.
With the sound of a gun, the huge rock turned into stone, and it seemed to be singing the elegy of nature.
Pieces of houses, red walls, red tiles, everywhere full of human life.People live peacefully and peacefully. There are children painting the wall outside the window. The old man with white hair looks up at the windowsill.
In this world, full of human smell, people use all possible ways to change the world.
The workers are working hard, that is their way of life, which can not be disputed at all.You don't have to capture the whole picture, of course, because that's not necessary.Ordinary repetition of the old action, sweat will only stay on the face, flow in the fingertips.
You see the indifferent people slowing down, walking in the open streets, in the crowded subway.
The walkers beat the wooden fish in the street.
Primitive human beings climbed onto the shore and finally came to the metropolis with many tall buildings.
The world has quickened its pace and the pace is getting faster and faster.You see people in a hurry, cars shuttling through the city, and the world has entered an irregular movement.
You feel irritable and don't know why you are so busy.You feel sleepy, but you don't feel close to you.
You get on and off in a hurry.
Look at the young man. They don't know why.From the beginning of coming into this world, they are destined to face all this bustle.
The repeated production line is the biggest insult to the creativity of workers.They don't know why they do it, they don't know how other parts are made.
People become different from machines. By the way, in a modern factory, everyone is an intelligent machine.
You don't know how many people are transported by elevators every day, how many people have to sit on airplanes and trains every day. There is no reason why they just have to move.
A crowded human being is no different from a crowding chicken. It pushes and shouts to come to this world, pushes and yells to live in this world, and then pushes to leave the world.
You hear the gasp of the city, maybe the world, and she's overburdened.The giant earth is now walking with heavy steps through the universe alone.
It's a terrifying world, and people who want to change the world make a silent cry.
Humble people are picking up garbage in the dump. You can see such a scene in the picture, but you can't smell the scene.Pigs, sheep and beef also went through the period, only a sound or two of cold hum.The garbage collector looks at the camera indifferently without saying a word, and then gives a knowing smile. For this smile, maybe your heart will be cool immediately.They are teenagers. They are ignorant teenagers.
No matter how rich the city is, even if the tide of people is rolling, it can never stop the gnawing of poverty on people.
Thousands of planes are parked at the airport, thousands of soldiers are ready to go, and war is always in the air.
The bugle concussion, smoke rolling, the air mixed with a thick blood, fighting from the depths of history, fire seems to light the sky this spring.
Those ghosts hidden in the museum, they still live in the museum, telling history in their own way.
Do you see the indifference?
The world starts from loneliness, passes through human beings, and finally indifference.
If you understand the war of mankind, you should know that indifference is the most terrible weapon of war.Every solemn soldier is declaring that the ownership of his territory is inviolable.
The songs of history come from the Mysterious Pyramids. They are accompanied by these ancient relics for thousands of years.
Since ancient times, the history of the earth is an endless song.
The oars scuttled across the sparkling 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. Did she ever think that the river was the place where the ancestors washed their hair.
People bathed in the Ganges River enjoy the Holy River quietly.People stand in the river and pray to the sun. What do they pray for?In this world, everyone has trouble, everyone is worried, pray for peace.Even if the prayer is trembling, even if it is frightened, people would rather believe in the existence of saints.
Every devout believer deserves respect.
The ancient Ganges River is also dripping blood. The river that once nurtured the ancient civilization of mankind has finally attracted thousands of believers.
The smoke is rolling. They don't have to do it. They just don't know why they can't.
Looking up at the sky, looking at the past clouds, a few meteors falling on the earth, looking at the earth that has protected us for tens of thousands of years, I fell into deep thinking. It seems that we should do something.
Let down a lamp of hope, float to a distant place, may she bring peace to the earth, may she appease the restless heart of mankind.
Looking up at the earth, the sun, the moon and stars, the changes of the earth are beyond people's imagination. When you sit around the table and enjoy dinner quietly, when you watch the boring bubble drama in front of the computer, time does not stop, and the world is still running forward with its full strength.
Look at the vast universe. The earth is just a tiny one.
This quiet night sky also makes people feel inexplicable fear.
Looking up to the earth, at the low level we should be.