I stand on the top of the sky, looking down on all beings. Some people have nothing to do in their lives, have no name, just to seek food and clothing; Some people are obsessed with half their lives and are immersed in the eyes of others; Some people have a legendary life, which makes people jealous.

……

And so on, a hundred turns of life.

Which one are you? Or rather, what kind of life are you living now?

Do you still have dreams?

What was your initial insistence? What is the desired end result?

The world is unpredictable and ever-changing. The past cannot be traced, and the future is unpredictable.

I sighed for a long time at the attachment and obsession of human beings, who are always clinging to delusions, but do not cherish what they have.

Void in the flashy world, abandon its warmth and commitment.

How have you been born and how have you died?

They never had anything, but they created something called "emotion".

Name "Love".

It's an amazing thing, invisible and everywhere.

Let the people be heartbroken and miserable; Some people are dismissive and lonely; Some people exchange for their own interests and seek material things.

I think. But I still can't figure it out! The effects of the same thing are so different. There are lovers and throwers. There are foolishness and indifference.

So, why?

So, what's the thought?

So, what is the existence?

The blue sky and white clouds accompanied me, and the geese flew by, bringing up a little cloud. I glanced at it, but I still looked at the bustling world.

The fog rises leisurely, like a fantasy, obscuring the vision. I watched silently through the cracks in the clouds, witnessing their lives and deaths, struggles and endeavors. Creation in nothing, thought in nothing. Bravely climb the branches and buds, and finally, disappear like a thin cloud.

But still persistent, still paying, still hot.

It is far less hot than the sun, but it warms itself.

People, brave, careful, tired, enlightened, happy, and creative.

All kinds of things are not between life and death, but the existence of their physical value.

It is to prove the meaning of life,

It is also the generosity of death.

People are their energy and their souls.

Throughout his life, he thought about it.

Chapter 5 of "Liu's Essays" The god man is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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