One hundred years ago
Text/Li Zheye
The river of time is unwilling to be idle, and its waves are always rushing forward.
Things have changed, so the old man has fallen asleep in the green hills.
The remains of the old site may still exist, but this house is no longer the eaves at that time.
A hundred years is neither long nor short, so many things are discussed in the history books.
A thousand years ago
Text/Li Zheye
Thousands of years of vicissitudes, ups and downs.
After the Ming and Qing Dynasties, I slept in my bedroom, but my dream returned to the Song and Tang Dynasties.
How many heroes go down in history, how many ordinary people are old and idyllic.
Time is long and faint, and white clouds are rolling and tired.
Ten thousand years ago
Text/Li Zheye
Long rivers can be traced back to the source, and time does not hinder blood circulation.
It's only a moment from the flood, but it's nothing in the world.
There was a nest of people in the cave, and it will be returned at nine o'clock this evening.
A thousand things can happen in time, so please don't laugh at monkeys and apes.
A billion years ago
Text/Li Zheye
The mystery of the mystery is still mysterious, and it was before prehistoric times.
How much placer gold becomes rest soil, and how much soil becomes bluestone.
Life is only a hundred years, and it is already very sad.
Look up at the sky and ask blankly, what year is 100 million?
Billions of years ago
Text/Li Zheye
How heavy, how wide and how vast is the sky? How big is the universe?
How many times have you been reincarnated? Trillion, trillioon, trillioon?
What was it before it started? If so, what will it be called?
Don't talk about vicissitudes of life and creation, vicissitudes of life are just a flick of a finger.