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Taiwan
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Female
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Age 22
YUTONG CHEN posted.
This photo was taken by Kumamoto Aso's [Kusanagi Chisa].
In the bosom of a volcano, the wind is free and the horse is quiet.
The grass is as green as the sea, and the sky and clouds dance on the grass.
Here is the balance between nature and life, where time slows down.
The distant mountains were silent, the near horse whispered, everything was just right, just as expected.
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YUTONG CHEN posted.
This photo was taken at Kamishikimi Kumanoimasu Shrine
In the thick cedar forest, a stone path leads to the undisturbed place of the gods.
The rope under the torii gate is the boundary between man and God, and it is also the starting point of faith.
The air after the rain condensed into a calm aura, and each step was like stepping into another time and space.
There are no words here, the wind, light and moss whisper, telling ancient stories and the tenderness of guardianship.
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ID:1The atmosphere here is a bit like Mount Koya.This text has been automatically translated.
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YUTONG CHEN posted.
The night in Tokyo is not silent,
It has light talking and towers breathing.
Skytree is like the heartbeat of the future city,
Flashing and flashing, a silent message was transmitted to the sky.
In this rapidly changing world,
It remains a firm vigil for the city.
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Slowly peeking out among the tall buildings is the old soul of Tokyo.
Tokyo Tower is no longer the tallest point in the city, but it is still the centerpiece of many people's memories.
Night is coming, the lights are on, and it stands silently in the hustle and bustle of the street,
Like a silent night watchman, recording the contours of the migration of the times.
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The clouds weave a soft hat on the top of the mountain, as if nature crowns Mt. Fuji.
The distant mountains are calm, and the dark shadows in the foreground are layered, as if quietly guarding the breath of this land.
Even if there is no sunlight, the mountain is still majestic
It does not need light, because it is a symbol of faith in itself.
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The clouds and mist are layered, the shadows of the mountains are like a dream, and Fuji stands quietly between heaven and earth.
The silent mountain is like an elder, gazing at the dawn and change of the world.
This is not a spectacular moment, but a restrained eternity, a whispered call of nature to the human heart.
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This photo depicts the main hall of Tokyo's famous Sensoji Temple (せんそうじ, Senso-ji).
The maple leaves are like a blessing of the season, gently casting light and shadow in front of the ancient Buddhist temple.
It is not a pure sightseeing spot, but a space where you can calm down and spend time together.
The building is silent, but the leaves speak for it, speaking of the tenderness and continuity of faith for generations.
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This work is a challenge and symbol of the limits of human vision.
The Skytree is like the tower of the future, piercing the border between the city and the sky. It is not only the crystallization of technology, but also a gazing point for the future in the city.
It doesn't shine during the day, but it's also incredibly clear.
It does not belong to sunrise, nor to night. It belongs to all the moments we want to see further.
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This work uses the bottom structure of the Tokyo Tower as the main visual axis, reflecting the grandeur and solitude of man-made objects in modern cities. The steel lines are like the blood of the city, and the orange-red lights are like beating hearts, shining lonely in the silence of the night.
Even in the middle of the night, the city never sleeps.
This is not a romantic Tokyo Tower, but a modern shrine made of steel and loneliness.
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This work, taken in a corner of the mountain area of Kifune Shrine in Kyoto, features a sacred tree that is considered to be a place for the gods to attach, tied with paper hanging and a rope. The light of the forest shines through the branches and leaves, as if the breath of the gods quietly descends.
There are no ornate halls, no noisy festivals, only light and leaves, rope and wood, everything is so natural and yet so solemn.
The tree is not a landscape, but a manifestation of faith, a testament to nature as a god.
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