Rigorous and calm geologist × romantic and gentle bard
If the sky had eyes, he would see thousands of miles of bare land and people dying of hunger along the way; he would see soil slopes connected to soil slopes, and their cries dispersed by the west wind; and he would see a series of muddy footprints left in the snow by those who depended on each other for life and death. There is no sense of beauty at all.
There is no beauty in it. Just like human beings who have been pushed hard by the wheels of the times, they kneel down on the earth devoutly, just to survive.
It's a pity that there are no pearls in the sky, every word is crying and blood-stained, and the sound is heartbreaking, only eight words:
Suffering in the world, all kinds of things in life
But he forgot that there will always be someone who will rebuild another kind of 'shrine'.
Thus, poets came into being.
Demining: main attack! I'll die if I read the opening chapter! The old couple is about to turn 40)
Purely for love, a happy time
Purpose: Using history as a mirror, we can know the ups and downs