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In April, clear and gentle rain suddenly clears,
South Mountain stands by the door, becoming distinctly visible.
No more willow catkins rising with the wind,
Only sunflowers tilt toward the sun.

The realm of profound mystery.
Xuanwu Gate Church. Established by Matteo Ricci in the 13th year of Wanli, expanded by Antoine Thomson in the 7th year of Shunzhi. Rebuilt after a major fire in the 40th year of Qianlong. Destroyed during the Boxer Rebellion in the 26th year of Guangxu. Reconstructed again in the 30th year of Guangxu.
Truly, in the pages of history, the change of imperial power and the persistence of religion coexist.

Take a walk through the hutongs at Qianmen—there are still many details and particularities to be found within.
It seems that the old houses I went to see in Shanxi are much the same.
The location of an office should still be very important; otherwise, why would all these celebrities choose to live near the Imperial City?
Living in remote suburban districts and counties would make people feel like they can’t get into anything. For ordinary people, buying a big house out in the suburbs like that feels especially rooted in an agrarian way of life.
They’re not Taoists hiding away in deep

The weather in May is perfect for going out more often. There are only a few days in the year when it's neither too hot nor too cold and you can travel light.
Recently, I've become obsessed with walking through alleys.
In the past, I only saw Qingyun Road, wanting to wear high shoes and beautiful clothes, swinging like a painting, eating and drinking in the most private and expensive hotels, calculating time into money, afraid to take an extra step, but in fact, it's all just... my two illusions of Danqing.
Of course, maybe it's because I'm getting old. I realize that everything is just

I go to Chunshan to practice alchemy, and even the wild gods can achieve and certify the Golden Immortal.
On both sides of the Great Dao, all face the heavens—I sketch a rough shape, sitting in the middle.

It rains all day under the eaves.
Yesterday I went to the Rose Garden.
Afraid of missing the blooming period.
Time flies like lightning in a flash.
Wealth and fame are naturally not pursuits of the heart.
Simple food and coarse clothing are enough according to one's means.

Today, Old Man Huang and Old Man Ma took over the alley where I usually stroll every day.
Forget it, forget it—getting two old guys to cross the ocean isn’t easy; let them see what the alley is like.
After avoiding a few old dudes, I headed west.
Life has many paths with splits north and south—don’t bother me about going for a walk.

There's really not much to see at the Temple of Heaven in this weather. It's scorching hot and bare.
Those with taste should go to the Old Summer Palace. If not, then head to Yuyuantan Park and Jingshan Hill. The peony flowers will be finished after this week.
The old man will stay here all year round— the Liangma River night view is still quite impressive— it would be a pity not to go jogging in Chaoyang Park~

My favorite beautiful scenery.
The mountains beyond the mountains are the sky and sea pouring in. Looking up made me pause my breath.
This is a view I have never seen before. A tiny bit of shock.
People still need to climb more mountains, but it’s not necessarily about reaching the top. The scenery along the mountain trail is the blessed land and hidden paradise.

Signal Hilltop, blue sky, blue sea, green trees, red houses.
It looks like Melbourne.
That day was cloudy, but beauty is still real.
On the winding mountain road, narrow and steep, there is a peach blossom that captures all the spring light.
Like a playground built from a pile of building blocks.
This spring, the island is my paradise.

Eons pass, lingering on the Ferris wheel
Gazing at the flowing world from above
Where loss still brings smiles through tears
Silently welcoming the ups and downs of the mortal world
When life seems to linger on the Ferris wheel
Happiness always kisses the starry sky
Where moments of shock can still hold you in embrace
As if in a game, forgetting the weight of it all

BTC never fluctuates because whoever in the developer community leaves, nor will it lose value because of the so-called ten-thousand-coin king’s lock-up or sell-off. A ban is a medal.
If you really insist on consensus, then $TAO is the same.
Otherwise, it isn’t real AIBTC.
Wall Street is more afraid than retail traders.
In all the dark forests, the leading technology isn’t civilization—leading consensus is civilization.
Power, capital, mechanisms, and technology can all be iterated within the trend.

Only in middle age can one truly appreciate how awesome Luotuo Xiangzi is.
When young, I couldn't understand it, only knew to mock the fierce woman.
Avoid Tiger Girl like a venomous snake. Just like we all once avoided Xianglin Sao.
Fearing that we might become someone truly repulsive.
Under the harsh circumstances of the big environment, humans should only focus all their attention on climbing out of the deep pit of suffering.
What is there to mock or discriminate against fellow humans who are also just ants?
Luotuo Xiangzi is truly a great and profound work.

The perfect 🌇, lingering afterglow
The sunset is infinitely beautiful but near dusk
The thrill of the peak is fleeting
Wind, flowers, snow, and moonlight won't wait for anyone; if you want to give, just give a kiss
There are many beautiful sceneries; sunset is an everyday affair
Yet what I see every day is never the same

A golden rapeseed flower sea. It looks incredibly money-attracting.
The fragrance reached straight up to my mind—I took a long time to get used to it.
During the holiday, there were so many people that even an i-person like me was scared. But not coming to see it would be too much of a pity for this spring scenery. In the end, it was my longing for beauty that let me overcome everything.
Sunshine, soil, flowers, trees. The source of life.

I only wish to meet this world a countless number of times in the clear spring light.
In boundless beauty of flowers, I cultivate a calm, unruffled steadiness.
Spring is poetic—sublime, lofty, an unreachable kind of beauty. Head to your destination; truly, the whole road is scenery.
The natural beauty moves me, and it satisfies my “Ye Gong loves dragons” pastoral daydreams.

Olympic Sailing Center.
Bright lights at night.
It reminds me of the Qiantang River.
Lighting is truly a great invention of humanity, making the night sea become charming and inviting.