We live in depression, but there are still people looking up at the stars

We live in depression, but there are still people looking up at the stars
 
I like to walk alone on a quiet road.  Some people say that this is a moment of dialogue with the soul.  When we look up at the stars and God, we can see who we are.

 

We live in depression, but there are still people looking up at the stars
 

Acorus calamus is a kind of aquatic plant. In my memory, it is the carrier of my childhood, bearing the curiosity, imagination and loneliness of my childhood.

We live in depression, but there are still people looking up at the stars
 

Did you see that? Among the barren leaves, there is still a green plant growing. How different it is! Although it is insignificantly small, the vitality it blooms makes people have to be impressed.

We live in depression, but there are still people looking up at the stars
 

Although the years are constantly passing by, there are always some memories and touches that are always unforgettable. Those passing years are like the poplar trees in front of me, full of the rhythm of the seasons.

Repeated white clouds under the blue sky
 

Wilde once said that we live in depression, but there are still people looking up at the stars. We are obsessed with material enjoyment, but our spirit is constantly sinking; we are used to all the injustices in the world, and finally reached an agreement with the devil, and finally we said to ourselves: Look, we are finally mature! absurd! When people give up their conscience and soul, we will run counter to God and the Holy Light!

Water and sky
 

The water and the sky are the same color, boundless. The road ahead is long!

 

 

Water and sky1
 
The distance shone with white light.  Between heaven and earth, there was silence.
 
We grew up in this barren land, but we still look up to heaven, longing for the nectar that can nourish our souls.

 

A bunch of flowers
 

So we take a grateful heart and feel the beauty of nature. Why are the flowers so red? Because this is the blossom and rhythm of life.

A bunch of flowers
 
Why are the flowers so red?

 

Blue lake under blue sky
 
The blue sky is so pure and full of fantasy.
 

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