Through the limits of vision

The lost horizon

in fact

The eagle didn't disappear.

The world has no limits.

Lying on the grassland watching the stars.

It is said that there is a rare "five-star renju" in a hundred years. Venus, Jupiter, Mercury, Mars and Saturn will be in line.

When I didn't see five stars in a row, I looked around and looked at the blue-black sky and countless stars.

Endless stars, endless sky, endless sky.

I have believed since I was a child that there must be many living planets in the endless starry sky. If there is a life that knows how to watch and lives on a planet in the sky, he will also lie on the grassland and look at the earth.

Our eyes crisscross in the endless sky. Your horizon is my sky and my land is your sky.

We not only lie on the ground, but also lie in the whole air. We don't just look into the eyes of the stars, we are also one of the stars.

This kind of thinking gives me an incredible lingering feeling, which is mysteriously related to extremely broad and subtle beauty.

Even in infinite time and space, we are not alone, we are not alone.

We may be a boy looking up at the stars tens of thousands of light-years away and seeing the stars.

We may also look around in the starry sky and see countless planets on which life depends.

Take yourself as the spatial coordinate, there will be dense and tangled lines.

Taking oneself as the coordinate of time, and vice versa, is an accidental point in countless cycles of latitude and longitude.

One thing about space is certain and uncertain, because space is fluid.

A little time is inevitable and accidental, because time cannot live.

Only in the dense entanglement and countless cycles, will we have some lines with deep outlines. Astronomers will calculate that there are several times in history when the five-star arrangement is visible at dusk or early morning.

We will have some particularly meaningful times, some particularly valuable thoughts, and some life that determines our temperament.

I am lying on the ground, maybe in the sky.

I thought the troubles that bothered me were huge, maybe small and insignificant.

I thought a trivial mind might be infinite.

If I work out today's problem, I may have passed it in a million years.

Perhaps my indulgence yesterday eclipsed the next thousand years.

If people can observe and think, they can do it easily.

If people can make unlimited observation and broad thinking, the difficulties of life and death can be solved.