Chinese painting mountain culture

Author: Chen Chuanxi
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Publish Date: 2005-01-01
Features: The history of humanity is like an endless stream, winding its way out of a deep and secluded valley, carrying the sanctity of the polar ice and embarking on a long and glorious journey. It flows from the birthplace of the valley, facing the rising sun in the east, through the snow-covered and pine-draped plateau, and across the vast and flower-bedecked plains. In the darkness, storms, or thunderstorms; in the cliffs, deserts, or sands, it is like a delicate bird of life, carrying the loyalty and hope of humanity silently chipping away at the chaos of civilization. Time flies like a meteor in the night; finally, it carries humanity's civilization to the sea. Time flies like a night journey finally, it carries humanity's civilization to the sea, carrying humanity's five thousand years of epic in search of a new direction. And we, the countless descendants flowing with the blood of our ancestors, continue to carry forward humanity's endless future, holding high the flame passed down by our ancestors. However, we have lost that sanctity of the polar ice, that purity that emerged from the deep and secluded valley, thus awakening the loyalty and determination of our ancestors to life, and drifting aimlessly in the river of time. Often, we face a confusion: to live or to die? Yes, when we cannot answer such a simple question as "Where do we come from," what right do we have to tell ourselves how the future will be? Thus, we need history, to find our past in history, and to tell ourselves how the future will be. Perhaps, this is the very reason why humanity needs to reflect on its culture.