Years are like a painting. Many people have used this metaphor to describe it. If you guessed correctly, it must be a landscape natural landscape painting. You can't add or subtract anything from it. Nature is the best, and nature is the best.
No one can transcend the years. If anyone can, it's nonsense. I said, 'the dead are also undergoing the test and changes of years, not to mention the living & hellip& hellip;'
Since I was born, years have been my best training ground. Looking back, I can really see six or seven years. Years are usually called the past, and their true meaning is to represent every second and every year. The layout of years, wonderful and wonderful, joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, these long-standing situations of human nature, were told to God a hundred years ago and arranged for all people in the world. It goes deep into the bottom, unparalleled. It seems to be the greatest (World) bosom friend, with a 100% accuracy rate.
It is a function, it is the principle of heaven, it is a previous life and an afterlife. Geography and this life are also determined by it. We are apprentices of years. It is the best teacher. He will never be eccentric or soft hearted. He is vigorous, kind, steady and open-minded. On weekdays, he is always eternal, unchanged, unchanged, left and right, not front and back. He is in the middle.
Some people regard time as a big Bluestone. People can't get rid of it under the bluestone. Unless you bow your head and walk silently for ten years, you can't be incompetent. Years don't forgive people all the year round. I think that's the case.
The sky above the head and the ground under the feet are him. We ordinary people can only live in a corner. Fate is determined by heaven and transportation is man-made. Survival depends on ourselves. Life can never escape from the gate of years. You can only be unknown. As long as you are unknown, you will approach the gate of years and look at the scenery outside the gate. It is so relaxed and shining.