Sometimes I wonder, is the world nothing, or is it physical? When I tried to reduce everything in the world, the first word that popped into my head was "nothing."
Whether it is the separation of life and death in the human world, or the natural selection of things, reproduction and alternating, in the end everything has returned to dust.
Long enough, everyone's impact on the world is nearly minimal. I think of Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry".
What can I do in a world of thousands of households in the days of flight?
Only wandering, only hurrying; In the rush of more than eight thousand days, what is left but wandering?
The past days are like light smoke, blown away by the breeze, like mist, steamed by the first sun;
What traces do I leave behind? How could I have left traces like gossamer?
I came to this world naked, and in the blink of an eye, I will return naked?
But if it can't be leveled, why do you want to go through this in vain?
Maybe these answers, we will never know.
#世界万物都可归结于一个什么字 #
