landscape [Theme]

How could I explain that you were talking about writing? How to say that we are so close that the shadows of our hands merge on adjacent pages.

Just as the landscape changes with every time of day, so beauty changes its face, maintaining its attractiveness.

Forge your own path. Respect your own choices.

When falling into an abyss, flight time and the surrounding landscape have no meaning.

After the recent heavy rain, the battlefield looked like a continuous dirty mess, where an unknown artist tried to depict a terrible front-line landscape, filled with both mysticism and reality, and an invisible fairy-tale monster, imagining itself as the God of War, loudly and terribly screams, hoots, whistles , sobs or howls hysterically.

Complement the morning landscape.

It hurts me to think that I'm the only one

In the era of Chunqiu (the era of "Spring and Autumn"), Gong Huan from the kingdom of Qi undertook a military campaign to the kingdoms of Shangrong and Guzhu. The campaign was successful, the weaker kingdoms were conquered. When it was time to return home, Gong Huan's army faced an unexpected problem. Guzhu was quite far from the Qi kingdom. Huan's army went on a campaign in the spring, and completed it only in winter. By this time, snow had already fallen, and the surrounding landscape had changed so much that the troops could not find their way back.
In the end, they finally lost their way. Everyone was in a very anxious mood. Then the chief adviser Guan Zhong said to Gong Huan: "Old horses always remember the road they have already walked once. Why don't we rely on their wisdom? Let them guide us." So they did: they put some old horses at the head of the column and allowed them to find their own way to the house. After some time, the horses brought the army home.
An old horse knows the way (lǎo mǎ shí tú) it is said about an experienced person who knows how to behave in various situations, and knows how to find a way out of difficult situations.

It's like we're living in a room with a poster hanging on the wall. We stare at it and think that the whole world is the room and the poster. There is something pretty on the poster: a landscape or maybe a famous artist. Just like in a movie about a prison... What was it called? The room is a prison cell. Each of us sees the picture differently. The picture may be different, but we are all chained to it. But this is not true. It's just a screen to hide the truth. They lie to us. We lie to ourselves. The room is not the whole world. Our world is much bigger and more amazing. The poster on the wall only hides the passage leading to the real world. We are safe in the room. But sometimes... Sometimes something crawls out from behind the poster. And the one who becomes a witness to this, from shock, tries to forget about everything that he saw.

Writing is like crying on a friend's shoulder. Share secrets with someone who will hear and help us sort things out. To walk with a comrade along the potholes of sorrow and despair. Watch the weather - and influence the weather. Look at the landscape in which we live.

If somewhere there is a happy country, in spite of it, a country of misfortunes will immediately appear. If there is a beautiful view, there is bound to be an ugly landscape against it. Only by being content with ordinary food and admiring discreet beauties, one can live in peace and joy.

This familiar landscape ... When we become adults, everything here will change beyond recognition. However, while something changes, some things will never change! Because they will forever remain in our memories.

Although the landscape never changes, the people and things associated with it change. It is very interesting if you pay attention to these changes.

The landscapes you see at 40 won't actually be much different from those you see at 20.