Never before in my memory have diving birds come to a place like a temple with some kind of awe.

In the past, most of the temples were used for tourism. For those statues of gods and Buddhas that are enshrined, they will never be worshiped as some kind of spiritual entity, let alone give their hearts to the objects of eternal silence given by the cold stones. In fact, he didn't believe in it.

The first to be affected were the butterflies, as well as the chirping women in the office, who would always go to the temple together during lunch time on the first day of the new year to make incense. He doesn't know if the wishes they made have been fulfilled, whether they have fallen in love or continue to fall in love, and the unhappiness in life has come one after another, but they are still living a steady and steady life, as if there is indeed an invisible hand in fate supporting the boat of life.

In fact, there are many young people who come to the temple today, probably because they are young, they still have a long way to go, and they need a certain spiritual pillar to support them through the long road of life that is bumpy and full of uncertainties. Once a person is old, there is only one road ahead, there is no choice, everything that should be experienced has been experienced, and everything that should have been seen has been learned one by one, so it should be more reassuring, isn't it?

The feeling in the temple is indeed different from all other places in this world, once you enter this majestic gate, you can feel that you are slowly entering your own heart, you can get a glimpse of many things that are usually ignored by yourself, and you can touch a lot of uneasiness and turmoil in your conscience. It was as if the hard shell had been peeled away, and it was found that it was so soft and fragile inside, and the layers of miscellaneous thoughts and desires were hidden.

The diving bird watched the old men prostrate themselves on the mats, bent on knocking under the feet of the gods and Buddhas, and any humble and self-reproachful behavior seemed sacred and unblasphemous at this moment. It was as if the gods and Buddhas sat in the depths of the towering clouds, their eyelids lowered, looking downward, without words, without reproach, and all tolerance turned into silence.

The diving bird just walked like this, looking, he wouldn't behave like those old ladies, he basically kept a sightseeing posture, but his heart was different.

Although the smoke around him is a little suffocating, this is indeed the highway to that invisible and pure world, and it seems that countless souls who are struggling in the sea of desire are doing everything possible to catch this train to the void world. It was as if countless confessions and wishes had converged into a raging smoke and billowed into the sky.

As long as you can calm your mind, you seem to be able to vaguely hear mantras, prayers, and cries everywhere in your ears, around, and everywhere.

The diving bird suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He came to a big tree, stabilized his mind, and decided that it would be better to leave.

Walking out of the temple, it was as if I had returned to the ground from another world, stepping on the stone bricks, watching the flow of people coming and going on the street, the fashionable girls coming in and out of the fashion store opposite, the Japanese songs floating from the record store next door, the young mothers walking in the garden in the middle of the street and the cute children in their carts, the gratuitous blood carts parked on the side of the road, and the diving birds had to sigh: It's still a good world.

Back in the office, the diving bird quietly sat down in his seat, turned the computer back on, and filled the water dispenser with hot water, while scanning the office with the corner of his eye, he felt that the atmosphere was suddenly wrong. Sure enough, after one o'clock, his head came in and said that there was a meeting at three o'clock in the afternoon.

At this time, the diving bird seemed to have been inspired by God, and was no longer so flustered, put on headphones and listened to music for a while, and secretly played a game while people were not paying attention. He had already made up his mind that since he didn't know where to go tomorrow, he should live the day happily.

After being in the city for so long, being at ease with what happened was the most effective survival philosophy he learned.

What a fucking best survival philosophy!

What if you're upset? Run out on the street and reason with whom? Go to the Internet to abuse it? Or become a professional petitioner and end up ruined and left on the streets to become a beggar? Isn't it a stuffy stick that eats it by itself? Take a break.

Butterfly went back to her old unit in April, in fact, although she came out of there, there are still inextricable connections, the main reason is that the boss still looks for Butterfly again and again, asking her to write articles for him. Butterfly is a soft-hearted person, and she can't refuse people in person, even if she refuses to talk over the phone. That day, the old man called to ask for a manuscript, and hoped that the butterfly could go once, but because of the situation, the butterfly still agreed.

She hasn't been out for a long time, and Butterfly has lived a reclusive life for a long time, almost completely cut off from the city, and now even taking the subway makes her feel a little fresh. Not only that, but every time she goes out, the city brings her a lot of surprises and surprises.

Now the city is undergoing a huge city-wide movement, urban construction. It was as if the aliens had planted the *, and suddenly it exploded at the same time. Construction is everywhere, the construction of old areas, rail transit construction, suburban construction, old factory renovation and construction, river improvement projects, and many more similar new commercial streets, urban culture, etc. Bulldozers went on a rampage, and construction workers from all over the country gathered in shovels, ready to tear off every piece of debris left in this land without mercy. Large tracts of farmland have been replaced by new, shiny villa districts, cities are bustling with cars underground and in mid-air, and the crowds of people in the city center have been relocated.

Residential communities are like a new type of miniature city, with everything from kindergartens to supermarkets, and you can also move to the shopping street, and the blink of an eye is full of fashion stores, and fast food restaurants and cafes such as Kentucky Chicken and Starbucks will certainly not miss the opportunity, and will never let go of any business opportunity. People are becoming more and more lazy, so why do they have to go all the way to things that can be solved at home? In addition to going to work, many office workers have become more homemakers, and isn't staying at home the happiest thing? At home, you can surf the Internet, watch movies, listen to music, play games, chat, fall in love, farm, steal vegetables, live a married life with others, kiss me and me every day, and don't have to worry about divorce, let alone fight for tedious housework.

Developers are undoubtedly doers of attaching utopia to reality, and nothing is impossible to achieve it. If it cannot be achieved, the group under it is required to do its best to achieve it. The city's largest developer is undoubtedly Yuanda Real Estate, with a strong government background and ample cash flow, and they have some of the city's most important land parcels in their hands, and are in no hurry to develop them, because a more spectacular urban island concept is in the minds of the chairman and CEO. Of course, it is said that he himself is challenging the limits of human existence on the snowy mountains.

There is no complete difference between challenging the limits of human existence and challenging his career. One is the ideal of the spiritual world and the other is the ideal of the real world. At that time, it was he who first introduced Wanyuan City into this city, and the first super-large residential community with a scale of more than 1 million square meters was born on a barren land, and opened roads, set up bus routes, opened commercial streets in the community, and integrated education schools from kindergarten to middle school, and at the same time brought up the surrounding housing prices from land prices to sky-high prices. Naturally, since that year, Wanquan himself has become a myth. And his mythology, under his own apotheosis, is becoming more and more supernatural. As near-perfect projects appear on the edge of the city, Wan Quan himself increasingly likes to retreat behind the city's gaze, leaving far away, and the farther he goes, the more deserted the place, the more he is attracted to him. The more thrilling the sport, the more fascinated he became.