There are poems:

The flowers in the village are red, and the wind and clouds are cloudy.

Two rows of white birds swept the waves, and the light boat swayed in the colorful glow.

The white clothes are young and young, and the fair lady shows her luxury.

The gods also pity the red dust and suffering, and are willing to enter the empty cycle of cause and effect.

There is also a poem:

Since Pangu to Xiyi,

The tiger fights the dragon and fights for the odds.

Realize the true meaning of the cycle,

Try to talk about the meta-machine in the world.

In the East China Sea in May, the sea breeze is blowing, and the wind is soothing.

The lazy clouds are like white "marshmallows", constantly changing shapes.

The sky was clear, clean like a smooth mirror, reflecting the blue of the sea.

From time to time, a few galloping seagulls swept through the air, sometimes circling, sometimes accelerating to the sky, and the brisk chirping took advantage of the sea breeze to resound in the sky and float into the distance.

On the sea, not far from the island, a small fishing boat is quietly parked, swaying back and forth, left and right with the waves.

The rusty hull is engraved with the vicissitudes of time and tells the bitterness of life.

A long string of white Arabic numerals of XXXX-056 can be faintly seen in the mottled paint, which must be the number of the boat.

An old man and a young man on a fishing boat are busy.

The old man was about sixty years old and very thin. The gray face is probably related to the sea breeze blowing all year round. The gray hair stood stubbornly on end in the wind. The cheekbones are very high, and there are several wrinkles on the forehead that are like carvings, recording the time of Ranran, and recording the vicissitudes of time. Like a glass of mellow old wine, silently narrating his story.

The old man's eyebrows were thick and his eyes were bright. The dark red lips are a little thick and feel a little malnourished.

Holding an ancient and delicate cigarette holder, burning inferior tobacco, he kept spitting out wisps of choking smoke rings, and coughed twice from time to time, but he didn't stop what he was doing.

Heavy rubber-soled shoes rattled on the deck of the fishing boat, and the gray and slightly whitish overalls were worn out with many small holes in his thin body, which looked very incongruous.

The old man rolled up his sleeves and dragged the fishing net to the boat with his calloused and dry hands.

Because it is about to be the fishing season, take advantage of the good weather to catch more fish in exchange for some living money.

The little girl next to her is thin and beautiful, about twenty-eight years old, and one meter six or five tall. She has beautiful black hair like a waterfall, and a long ponytail is simply tied at the back of her head with a red "head rope".

Girls are born with good faces.

Melon seed face, willow eyebrows and apricot eyes, red lips and bright teeth, eyebrow bangs, graceful and moving.

A strand of black hair at the base of her ear, accompanied by the gentle sea breeze, is like a child's naughty little hands, constantly gently teasing her fair and pink face.

A few beads of glittering sweat slowly slid down the smooth cheeks.

Naturally, the wide clothes can't hide the rotten and delicate youth, nor can they hide the rich and unique fragrance of the cardamom girl. Like peach blossoms coming out of the wall, spring is not intoxicating, flowers are intoxicating. It is like a wheat mang that stands out, no amount of disguise can hide the dazzling light.

It is a kind of simple and pure beauty, born in nature and detached from the mundane delicate temperament, just like the white lotus in Tao Yuanming's poems, born in the red dust, but not stained with a trace of dust and smoke. It's really "clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving"!

It may be that I have been squatting aside to pick up fish for too long, and my waist is a little sore. The girl wiped the sweat with the back of her hand, straightened up, and looked habitually into the distance.

A sight not far away caught her eye.

Less than 1 nautical mile in front of you on the right is a huge and strange "bubble" floating on the surface of the sea. The "bubbles" are translucent, round, and "rooted" on the surface of the sea.

The sight in front of her was too weird, and she blinked her eyes hard and rubbed and rubbed them. If you look closely, the translucent "bubbles" are wrapped in a faint, milky, ethereal mist. The mist-wrapped space seemed to fluctuate somewhat, like human breath, one after another. At the same time as the regular ups and downs, wisps of gentle and soft colorful light are constantly refracted from the inside of the "bubble", and they radiate from the middle of the "bubble" to the surroundings. Gently piercing through the mist, a looming, miniature rainbow formed around the "bubbles".

Dozens of seabirds in mid-air somehow circled low around the bubbles, chirping happily. Some unrecognizable fish came to the surface in groups. Quietly, ** staring at the bubbles. It seems to be performing some sacred ritual to welcome some great "birth", reverent and mysterious.

What surprised her the most was that the 100-meter radius centered on the bubble was calm, as if it was completely isolated from the surrounding situation, and it was completely opposite worlds.

Shock, a complete shock from the depths of the heart!

For her, who grew up by the sea, going out to sea to fish is as ordinary and ordinary as three meals a day, but this is the first time she has seen this situation like today.

After being stunned for a long time, she turned around and shook the old man's hand desperately, pointing in the direction of the bubbles, and screaming.

"What's the matter, girl?" said the old man, taking his pipe from his mouth, and looked at the girl suspiciously.

Such a beautiful girl turned out to be mute, which is really embarrassing for God's cruelty and indifference.

Luckily, she could at least hear what people were saying. In addition to sighing and marveling, I can't help but sigh that fate has not yet made such a safe decision for this girl.

Just as the trajectory of life is mapped to every ordinary person, there is a chance that it will not be satisfactory, and the remaining tenth may be that fleeting smile.

The girl kept gesturing with her gestures, pointing in the direction of the bubbles, prompting the old man to take a look.

Looking up, the old man was also stunned.

Having been fishing all his life, he is very familiar with this sea area, even if he closes his eyes, he can feel where there will be something, but the scene in front of him is an exception.

Qin Haiyang, who came back to his senses, quickly put away the fishing nets, started the motor, and drove the boat in the direction of the "bubble".

The closer the boat got to the "bubble", the greater the impact of the scene in front of them on Qin Haiyang and Zhang Siyu, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was enough to subvert their worldview, which of course was all an afterthought, because what they saw now could not be explained by any scientist's estimate. It felt as if I had invisibly crossed the "Gate of Time and Space" and came to another world, a quiet and fantastic world.

I don't know if the "Gate of Time and Space" exists, but this fantastic space is real, and they feel all kinds of magic from the moment they enter.

The scene inside the space is very peculiar, the pure blue sky is as pure as if it has been washed by water, without a trace of waves. The sky was calm and there was no wind. The sun hangs high overhead, but it doesn't feel the slightest dazzling and scorching feeling, like a natural large air-conditioned room.

Looking back at the place where I returned, it was still the wind blowing the waves, and the fish jumping among the waves. And the boat under his feet, at this moment, is like sailing on a blue mirror, so smooth that there is not the slightest wrinkle. If it weren't for the previous comparison, it would be hard to think that I was driving on the sea at the moment.

The grandfather and grandson who were stupidly looking around on the boat were only interested in enjoying the beautiful scenery, but they didn't realize that the boat had automatically turned off the fire at some point, probably when they first came in. As if it had legs, the boat automatically slid towards the "bubble" in the center of space.

There was a strange fragrance in the air, and I couldn't tell what it was, but I felt very fresh and refreshed. The ears are vaguely surrounded by soothing and melodious classical music that I have never heard before, far and near, high and low. Like the flowing water gently gliding over the mountain stream, like the clouds slowly drifting on the high mountain, and like the fluttering and invisible clothes of the immortals.

Palace•••

Business•••

Horn•••

Signs•••

Feather•••

The classical and traditional pentatonic tones are simple and full of thousands of variations, and the air sound is extremely penetrating. Every change in rhythm is accompanied by a soft stirring of the pulse-like fluctuations. Sound does not come in through the ears, but through the air, and every cell in the body is jumping happily and happily. It is like thousands of delicate little hands gently beating the joints and acupuncture points in every part of the body, the force is just right, not soft, not hard, not loose.

The frequency and force of each thrashing are constantly changing with the rhythm, making the body instantly seem to be "rejuvenated", surging and full of vitality.

As for Zhang Siyu, it is like a begonia after the rain, and it is crystal clear for three points, and the "fairy energy" is more and more agile and full.

Immortals?

This had to be put before, Qin Haiyang would definitely scoff at it.

But at this moment, he seemed to be a little shaken.

Zhang Siyu stared at him with round eyes, speechless in surprise, completely unable to believe the scene in front of him, and felt in a trance whether he was dreaming.

"Hallucinations?"

"Or is it some unexplained wonder of nature?"

"It's incredible!"

As a young woman, she was being systematically educated in the natural sciences, and atheistic materialism was the basic principle for her to understand and accept the world. Ghosts and gods will be characterized by her as feudal superstitions at the first moment, mostly complex and mysterious natural phenomena that cannot be explained by modern science. So she couldn't understand why Newton and Einstein immersed themselves in the study of theology in their later years.

Is it because people's thinking changes when they get old, and they are prone to make irrational decisions?

Is IQ "rejuvenation"?

Or is it "old and confused"?

Hey, the evening is not guaranteed.

However, at this moment, she seemed to feel in a trance that she had experienced the mood of the two great men at that time.

As the founders of the classical theories of natural science, the two wise men are definitely not old and confused.

They are so smart and know so much and know so much. Even later, the more I felt that the theoretical system created for this era could not explain more of the many phenomena that objectively exist in nature.

The English playwright George Bernard Shaw once said that the more you read, the more ignorant you feel. Maybe that's what I'm talking about. For human beings who are eager to understand and explore the infinite unknown realm of the universe, the confusion and fear it brings are too deep, whether it is macro or micro, we have not yet understood. For a long time, the wise man who has long troubled us has spent his whole life thinking about:

Who are we?

Where do we come from?

Where are we headed?

Of course, for most ordinary people, this feeling is not experienced. Just like Lao Tzu said: "The diligent work, the wise have it, and the ignorant have nothing"!

The life of the general public is not easy, and there is no idle time to think about life, which is sad. So in the severity of the sages, these are the objects of ignorance and pathetic that need to be crossed.

Life is full of hardships, and the other side is a blessing. I really don't know what Newton and Einstein studied and figured out in their later years. Compared with them who are free in knowledge, the general public does not have so much wisdom and wisdom, and the knowledge that they have come into contact with and learned is not real and scientific, and most of them have been screened. The systems of knowledge and theories that can be disseminated and applied are all in the service of politics. The channels and media associated with it are also controlled by the elite.

For example, the United States** has so far not recognized Area 51, nor has it admitted that it has privately contacted and researched aliens.

No one has yet been able to explain the birth of the universe and the origin of life. Even Stephen Hawking, who has been crowned the greatest scientist of our time, is only at the stage of conjecture.

No one has been able to verify it, and no one has ever been able to see it.

The development of natural science has only been a few hundred years, and in the face of the vast universe, human beings are actually even more insignificant.

Especially in the face of the forces of nature, the proud achievements and precipitation seem vulnerable.

No matter how great conjecture and cognition are, they are only the tip of the iceberg of the desolate universe.

No matter how fervent and pious prayer is, it can seem so helpless and silent in the face of the cold laws of nature. It can be said that the sky is strong, the terrain is kun, and all things will eventually have a common law, how can it be transferred by human will?

Therefore, there is reincarnation in the way of heaven, and the heavens forgive whom!

Of course, the psychological fluctuations caused by these scenes were only instantaneous, and she did not have time to think deeply about life. The boat came to a stop less than 100 meters from the bubble and could not move forward half a step.

From a distance, a long-haired man in white was lying flat in the void inside the bubble. It was as if he was asleep, and his body was shrouded in a thin layer of white mist. The mist was very magical, like a dragon with spiritual sense, swimming slowly and regularly in the bubbles.

On the periphery of the "bubble", within a radius of 100 meters, various dolphins and beluga whales, large and small, are closely "standing" in order.

They are said to be "standing" because most of their bodies are exposed to the water. As if they were able to stand upright with their feet, they stood on the water one by one, like rows of solemn guards.

The two front fins are pressed closer together, and they salute the bubbles reverently as if they were people clasping their hands together and worshipping a god.

Strictly speaking, it should be to bow to the man in the air.