The crane was flying in the sky, and I was on the crane's back, my cheek hit by the wind.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked him. And he was silent in front of me, and the wind ruffled his long hair, and countless strands of hair flew in the sky.

"Where?" I wanted to ask, but he was speechless. The picture in front of me was constantly changing, and I realized that the white crane had traveled to many places. From the sandy desert to the north, to the wood-growing wilderness, to the jungle teeming with life, to the endless sea.

"The sea?"

I asked, and there were already a few glitters of daylight on the water. It turned out to be the dawn of dawn, slowly rising on the sea level. The sea was peaceful, with only a few ships passing through the glimmering sea, and in the distance, a blue whale blew up a column of water, and a rainbow staggered on it.

"What are you bringing me here for?" I asked him, and my mind was completely absorbed in the view. With my brief knowledge of him, even if he had to tell me anything, he would not have said it explicitly, and the scenery probably had his intentions hidden.

But the scenery here is only peaceful. The morning light in the distance, the few boats, the blue whales spraying the water, and the brief brilliant rainbow, but what does it mean?

"Brother, can you give some hints?" I saw that he was not ready to speak, and quickly asked him. And he just looked at me and waved his hand in the wind. The crane then slowed its wings, gradually sank, and slowly came to rest on the ground.

"Come with me. He said.

"Good". I didn't say anything more, just followed him. Walking on the beach is very different from watching, as the high tide washes the soles of your feet, leaving a cool feeling in between. I walked slowly, my eyes still searching.

"What are you looking at?" he began.

"Look at the scenery. I replied.

"What do you look at?" he smiled.

"With your eyes. As soon as I said this, I felt something, and hurriedly asked him vaguely.

"So you shouldn't be looking with your eyes, are you?" I said, softly.

And he just laughed and ran forward, without giving me a positive answer, but I actually understood it in my heart, and I only felt happy.

I wasn't reckless, knowing that he didn't tell me directly that there must be something unspeakable, so I was just looking for a way to stop asking him too much.

What can you see through your eyes if you don't see the scenery in front of you? He mentioned the brain and the heart before, should he see it through his own judgment, or through the heart?

I thought so, and I was thinking about it.

"Don't run. I asked him to stop first, but he actually stopped very obediently and looked at me with a smile.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I'm going to see something. With such a vague answer, I knew that he would understand what I meant. He didn't answer me, just stopped and watched my move.

I first looked around and thought about how I was going to find that answer. The first thing that comes to mind is "thinking". The scenery in front of me is a peaceful seascape, and what I have seen before is war and blood, is there any connection between this?

I tried to think about it, but I didn't have a definite answer. War and the sea? I searched for a connection, but for a long time I didn't have a definite answer.

"Is it true that everything in this world will eventually be like the sea, and will eventually return to peace? I gave an answer that I wasn't very convinced.

He only shook his head, then looked at the sky and remained silent.

"Just as everything in the world originates from the sea, all strife originates from the same suffering? I asked him.

And the corners of his mouth actually stretched a smile.

"Your thinking is unique. He said this, but I didn't know how to reply.

"Aren't they?" I asked, my mind changing.

It's not, it's not, what the hell is it? I thought so, but my mind couldn't find a proper outlet. In the end, I can only say:

"Can you give me some more hints?" I asked.

And he gave me a meaningful look, and then said:

"It's close, think again. His tone was a little hurried, as if he was afraid that I would give up, and I continued to think.