"Love"#
On the way from the hospital to home, there is a small path that I pass by in my car. I vaguely saw the word "love" on the left side wall of the path. After dinner, I decided to walk over and see what was posted there. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a notice about caring for the growth of minors... but for some reason, most of it had been torn off, leaving only "love". How do we understand "love"? Of course, we should strive to care for minors, but more importantly, we should guide them to experience and discover love, rather than simply "loving" them.
As for myself, I suddenly realized my own pitiful state: the more a person lacks something, the more they will care about it. When I drove by, I only noticed the faded word "love", completely ignoring the three more prominent words below it: "people", "becoming", and "grown".
Do I lack love? I admit that I feel lonely in this environment... but to say that I lack love... it's just like that.
Just as I mentioned in the "about" section, God does not love us. Don't worry, I love us.
Under Construction#
In a small city, there is a unique sense of dilapidation. This sign hanging on the utility pole has been neglected for years and can be described as completely devastated... but I like it. I took this photo on my way to photograph "love".
P.S. It's actually a pity that when I was taking the photo of "love", there happened to be elementary school students passing by on that path. However, due to the poor quality of the iPhone XR camera, I couldn't perfectly capture the scene of the children walking under the "love", only blurry figures.
Where can we find something perfect? Just keep this scene in mind. That's what they say, but I still feel a bit regretful...
November 15th Update
This morning, I walked to the hospital and suddenly noticed the murals around the entrance of the Municipal Committee Kindergarten. From my perspective, they coincidentally overlapped with the fence at the entrance, and I inexplicably felt a sense of desolation. So I took a photo on a whim and named it "Trapped deers".
I really wish that children could grow up freely!
But how many unfortunate people are trapped by the exam-oriented education! Many adults claim to have "freedom", but can we still call it "freedom" when it is born out of lack of freedom?
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November 16th, early morning update
I may need to change the name of this photo "Trapped deers" again, because I suddenly realized that there are 6 deer on the mural instead of 4... This way, the elements in this photo are perfect...
Therefore, I renamed this photo "We". In my description of this photo on 500px, I wrote: I have nothing to say, I have nothing to do. Sit quietly and look at this photo, hoping you can understand my meaning. This is our era.