What does the world look like to you?
What color is the world you live in?
What kind of shell do you expect the world to have?
It's just a pair of eyes, relying on the most intuitive visual experience to convey the information of this world.
Is what you see true?
At the end of July, it started to rain again in the city.
Frequent heavy rains wash away everything above ground level. Like a toilet being pushed down, the water gushes away, sweeping away the filthiness on the surface of the world.
Yes, surface.
But this is enough for this era.
Nothing lasts forever. Under the bubbles, this is an exaggerated feast.
Behind the prosperity there is always the most profound human warmth.
The separation and reunion of the world, the joys and sorrows of the Yanliang period.
Maybe our hearts also need such a rain to take away those things that exude stench, and then leave behind our unfamiliar true nature, continuing to be indifferent and rotting in the confusion of this world.