Walking today, today has become a rosy day before my eyes.
Walking into tomorrow, tomorrow extends into Wan Li without boundaries in my dream. ...
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It has long been known that the history of mankind is the history of walking. How long does it take to walk from the East African Plateau to Europe, Asia, America and Australia? How many past events have become the dust of history, leaving a lonely tower standing in the rustling wind, staring at the mottled time.
Disappearing doesn't mean disappearing. Here, or there, there will always be traces, waiting for you to see and listen. Whether it's the Mayan altar left in the wet jungle or the Homer epic left on the parchment, those memories that make us proud are always there, smiling, waiting for all the walking descendants to hug and praise.
I don't know who said that, what is lost or not obtained is always the most commendable. So we praise the glorious past that no longer belongs to us behind the door of history. We are no longer apes who have just stood up, philosophers who meditate on the Adriatic Sea in linen robes, and even less people who pray under the church cross. We call ourselves modern people.
With the technology that was completely unimaginable 200 years ago, the speed that was completely incomparable 500 years ago, the gun that was completely impossible to own before 1000, and the so-called democracy that was completely impossible to enjoy before 2000, we are deeply confused. What should we do at this out-of-control speed? Looking ahead, when human beings were just born, we were thoughtful and pure, and felt ashamed; We look forward to the future, and the unknowable secrets are looming in the galaxy, and we are at a loss.
So we ask ourselves, where are we going?
So we say, go ahead, because our ancestors have always believed that we are going forward, not destroying. So let's go, through the disappearing things, through the wonderful and tragic things, to the distant outside world described by Pang Long, and then whether we face the sea or not, whether we are in full bloom or not, we can smile at our ancestors or directly face our descendants. Because we never stop, our road keeps going forward.
No one can be young forever, and neither can we; No one can be simple forever, and neither can we. The wheel of history rolls forward, stagnates, and will only become that piece of dust, flying slowly, falling slowly, and finally still disillusioned. Only by moving forward, moving forward and moving forward can we guess that the so-called eternal appearance can we embrace the eternal shadow. We were born to walk, and we live to walk. We are always on the road.
I believe that walkers have no boundaries, and I believe that roads are seamless. Even if the traces left are only deep and shallow, we are still walking, walking in the fading, walking in the fading, but we will never stop. ...