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I love the blue sky of my motherland.
Clear skies Wan Li, clear skies Wan Li.
Baiyunwopu boulevard
The east wind sent me forward.
. . . . . .
This is the song of a famous pilot. I like to call her the song of the blue sky. I have been singing this song since I was a child. She accompanied me through my youth and middle age. Now I sing occasionally when I have to make a fool of myself. Although I can sing a few popular songs, I always feel overwhelmed. Only "Song of the Blue Sky" makes me feel kind. When I sing it, I won't forget the words or go out of tune.
I love the blue sky because I love freedom. Although I can't be a pilot, the blue sky gives me a wide space for daydreaming, where I run and think like a wild horse in the wilderness. When I was a child, I once believed that I was not afraid to learn mathematics and physics well and travel all over the world. I once dreamed of becoming a scientist one day. But then. . . . . . The original dream was shattered. I started a new dream again. I studied political economy, pedagogy, philosophy, history and so on. For the sake of unrealistic dreams, thinking that you are understanding society, you will find some new laws of social development one day. . . . . . When the second dream was broken, I was still "thinking", thinking about soaring in the boundless sky, and that kind of happiness could not be expressed in words.
I love the blue sky because it gives me ethereal, pure and beautiful enjoyment. When I sit on the lawn and look up at the blue sky, the faint and leisurely white clouds often sing the same song with my delicate heart. There are clouds floating in the sky, and there is no fixed place to live. Beauty at that moment is like floc, flake and filament. . . . . . But it will eventually drift away under the action of the wind. Life is like a floating cloud in the sky. It lasts for decades or more than a hundred years. Glory is a flash, and it will eventually return to dust. If there is life in the floating clouds, that moment is happy, because someone appreciates it. So is life.
I love the blue sky because it gives me inspiration to see the essence through phenomena. When I look at light blue, dark blue and other blues through the oval window on the plane, I know that's not true. The light spectrum of the sun is seven colors, and blue is only the reflection of sunlight when it passes through the atmosphere. When the plane climbs, it overlooks the earth, that's all. . . . . . Including houses, roads and bridges, became smaller and smaller, and later became children's toys, such as Fairy Tale World. I know that it is not "truth" but the beauty produced by distance. At an altitude of more than 9 thousand meters, I can't feel myself in the air. When I closed my eyes, I seemed to see the high chair in the train carriage of the bar. Three or five confidants sit face to face, quietly, quietly, too lazy to talk. I know this is an illusion. The plane is flying at high speed. In this world, everything around us is in motion. "Seeing is believing, hearing is empty" contains 50% truth, so I don't believe in eyes, but I believe in rational thinking.
Is the plane free in the blue sky? No, it also has a certain route, and the pilots have to listen to the command of the ground personnel. Although there are no traffic lights in the air, there seems to be no obstacles. All beings live on the ground, and the environment below is much more complicated than high altitude. There are not only traffic lights, but also devil traps. If people want to walk well, they must obey the rules. It is also wisdom and courage.
Are pilots made of special materials? Yes and no, pilots need certain talents: flawless physique brought by genes, and perhaps extreme flexibility and adaptability. So I can't be a pilot. No pilot friends around. But I believe that the training of pilots needs our own efforts. Need to study hard and train. Otherwise, you can't go to heaven and become a useful person. This is true in all walks of life, but the standards are different.
I love the blue sky, and I love the blue sky of my motherland even more. Under the blue sky is a quiet and peaceful land. Peace comes from the bloody battles of the revolutionary predecessors, and tranquility comes more from the strategic decision-making centered on reform and opening up and economic construction. We have gone through a difficult and tortuous road to get to today. Let's cherish today and take care of tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.