The world is very beautiful,

Nine points in Jerusalem.

When I finally came to Jerusalem, I was inextricably linked to the war from the first time I heard the name. Since ancient times, most of the trees have attracted wind, and since ancient times, they have a lot of red faces and thin lives.

Israel is heard every time, and Jerusalem is heard every time. As if the world's troubles were in the Middle East, the conflict in the Middle East was in the Arab-Israeli, and the Arab-Israeli focus was on Jerusalem.

Looking at the location, it's chilling. The surrounding 21 Arab countries are all enemies, and one by one they are eyeing the hell to destroy the place.

Today's Arabs are a bit like the Israelis who were persecuted in the first place, and the Israeli authorities seem to be frantically seeking revenge.

Is this an irony of history?

Thirty years in the east of the river, thirty years in the west of the river.

In the city, the streets are full of soldiers with guns, carrying M-16s on their backs. On a hot day, carrying a big bag and carrying a gun, he is still majestic and heroic.

They can sit down, or lie down, or eat, or wait for the car, they can throw down their backpacks, put down their cigarettes, take off their hats,

But the gun never left his side, and the muzzle of the gun was never pointed at the people and compatriots, but only at the enemy.

You have to go through security when you enter the mall, you have to go through security when you enter the station, and you have to go through security when you go to the post office to send a postcard......

I can't imagine how the inhabitants of this place will get used to it every day, will they get used to it, or will it explode because they can't return?

When you come to Jerusalem, there is no city in the world that can compare to this land of less than 1 square kilometer.

Being invested in so much faith is sacred.

The three major religions are fighting to the death for this land. It was destroyed and burned several times, and even the ruins had to be ploughed again to cut off all seeds of hope. Yet Jerusalem was miraculously rebuilt each time, and each time it became more magnificent and magnificent.

It's as if every step of the way here is history, and the stories, people, and places told in the Bible are echoed in reality. For example, the Way of the Cross in front of us is the whole journey of Jesus on the day of his crucifixion, from being judged to carrying the cross, and dragging him step by step to the execution ground and being crucified.

Walk a little further and turn left to see a Polish chapel, the third stop on the Way of the Cross. Jesus was overwhelmed by the weight of the cross and stumbled here for the first time.

A few meters further on is the fourth stop of the Stations of the Cross, where Jesus and his mother Maria meet each other with sad and sad eyes.

Turn right along the road and you will find the fifth stop on the bitter road. The road began to steep and Jesus could not carry the cross to the execution ground of Skull Mountain alone, so the Roman soldiers brought Simon from Cyrene, a native of the countryside, to help Jesus carry the cross.

What used to be a barren mound is now an Arab bazaar, with shops and people rubbing shoulders. In the middle of the road is the sixth stop on the Way of the Cross, where the woman Veronica wipes blood and sweat from Jesus' face.

Today's Cathedral of the Holy Sepulchre is crowded with people, but it is solemn and solemn. It is full of holy places, holy sites, altars, holy objects. It was in this place that Jesus was crucified and died. Maria also held the body of Jesus here and buried him.

From the Dung Gate in the south of the city, you will return to the Old City and enter the inner Jewish Quarter of the city. Different from the *** district that I just walked through, there is no bustle of the market, noisy business, and crowded crowds, only a quiet and peaceful place.

Not far away is the Holy Land of the Jews, the Wailing Wall, also known as the Western Wall, which is an outer wall of the Second Temple built by King Zerod.

The Second Temple was once a place of Jewish sacrifice and a symbol of the Jewish nation. It was burned down by the Romans in 70 AD, leaving only a solitary western wall, which is now a place of worship for the Jews.

After all, the Western Wall is 2,000 years old, and it is full of devastation, and it is finally possible to see with your own eyes what people often call stone rotting. The sea has not dried up and the stone has rotted, and it turns out that the stone will really rot.

A group of young Jews join hands and jump and sing Hebrew songs. The voice is so loud, the tune is so high, the feelings are so abundant, and the pace is so sonorous.

I felt the charm of music so strongly, and although I didn't know the content of the lyrics, I was overcome by the emotions conveyed by the songs.

This kind of emotional climax is not often seen in life.

According to the commandments of the Hebrew scriptures, Jews were not allowed to set foot on the Temple Mount because it was the holy place of ***. However, this land, where the First and Second Temples of Judaism were located, is now only the Wailing Wall, which comforts the hearts of the Jews.

No wonder the young Jews sang passionately to the land at the door. Who has ever felt the sorrow of seeing one's own temple destroyed and someone else's palace built on top of it? Who can truly understand it?

Just like those demolition households who have been cornered, the old houses they have lived in for generations have to be demolished, and new buildings have to be built for others to live in. If things don't happen to you, you can't experience that kind of desolation unforgettable.

The demolition households will also receive a small amount of so-called compensation from the government, but what do the Jews get except for the slaughter and extermination?

On the way, the bus was at a certain stop, and the last Jewish woman who got on the bus had not come up to stand firm, and the door was not closed, and the driver was driving, so the woman and the driver began to argue.

Later, it was useless for the guards in the car to persuade them to fight, and the Israeli driver was a cow, and after a quarrel, they stopped driving. Return the car to the depot and ask all passengers to get out of the car and sit in the next one.

The people in the car were in a hurry, and they shouted wah-wah-wah-wah. It was useless to persuade the guards. The driver just didn't drive, the person left, and had to wait for the next car.

It happened between two Jews, and it was a hard-fought confrontation, and as a result, Nash appeared in equilibrium, losing both sides, and affecting the whole car. If one of them had been ***, things would have ended in a Jewish victory.

If both are ***, things will end in a woman's failure. It turns out that the unevenness of power also has its overall benefits.

This is indeed the driver's fault, the person has not yet stood firm, the door has not closed, just drive, of course it is not right. If he apologizes, the matter will be over. However, it is often a loss of face, or too much self-esteem, and people often lose the courage to apologize.

Self-esteem for oneself is strong, and self-esteem for others is in some cases proportional to low self-esteem. The more people have low self-esteem, the more they are afraid that others will underestimate them, and they will not tolerate the slightest criticism.

As long as there are disagreements, they will feel that others have opinions and prejudices about themselves, rather than just judging things. So self-esteem is invaded and challenged.

And the way they fight is to destroy, either to destroy others, or to destroy themselves to die with others.

Traffic jams are a serious problem, and drivers honk their horns with impunity. If you are used to the streets of Frankfurt, do not hesitate to cross the zebra crossing, because motor vehicles will definitely stop to give way to pedestrians first.

And here, this habit can be life-threatening at any time. Only a few drivers will wait for pedestrians in front of the zebra crossing, and most of the others will whizz by.

The bus driver in Tel Aviv is even better, there are passengers beckoning to take the bus at the station, and the driver glances at it, and it is not pleasing to the eye, and drives directly. The passengers seemed to be used to this situation, and there was no excesses, turning around and waiting for the next one.

Coming to the Dead Sea, regardless of the scientific explanations of the Dead Sea, it is truly a sea of wonders. On the surface, it looks no different from other seas, but it just can't sink.

Everyone has different feelings when it comes to life. Just like a European child painting a house, he always draws a chimney on the roof, and wisps of green smoke drift in the wind.

When Israeli children paint a house, they will draw a solar flap on the roof and add a satellite TV receiving pot.

Whether it is war, peace, the friendliness of the people, or the rudeness of the driver, they all exist objectively. After all, people live in such an environment, and they have to face it.