Di Vật Vienna

It's a shabby campsite yet filled with the aroma of malt. It's like a warm campfire, or steam that scatters in all directions.

All things will end up being forgotten eventually, so will the concept "being forgotten" itself.

The orange color rises to the sky along with the warm air. It goes higher and higher, and eventually becomes the beacon for the voyagers.

They are not supposed to be buried here, but it's still a perfect ending.

The glimmer of the fireflies or the warm sunshine? It has both.

The green tractor has witnessed too many stories, and now it is always talking about them again and again.

Careful, don't bump into these fresh, juicy moons.

The bell tolled the hour; fifteen minutes have been taken away from the people, but another fifteen minutes have been granted to them for their loss. Time is fair to all.

The sweet Thames, at her gentle pace, flows into the night—the night where passers-by walk past the Gateway of London, the night where singers sing their last note before the dawn breaks.

The ferries wheel, the wheel of sweet hopes. Keen faces and noses pressing against the pod glass, the visitors are eager to reach the highest point of the city and be among the stars.

Leaving the laughing wind and the hesitating figures in the dust, books in their hands, the voluble bus riders set out on their journey. As the wheels spin, they head for the neighboring blocks.

The scarlet booths, and some words from afar. This is the lean source of comfort people had during the Great Depression.

You can breathe, warm up, and escape... for now.

Climbing to the top, the fugitive looked out over the mist. Below the earth, creeping, crawling things came following the light...

Twisting scratches, dark red bloodstains... "This is a lame joke," said every trespasser.

They took off their coats and rolled up their pants, laughing as they made for the island. It was a race into its bottomless appetite.

Soup, light, and a speaker echoing through the forest. Fear creeps in, and they seem to have... expected it?

A full tank, fresh tires, and headlights that could light up the whole forest... They whooped excitedly as they rolled over the darkness, bursting it like a bubble!

My friend, a lamp glowing in the darkness isn't always a symbol of hope... Imagine the sound moths make as they throw themselves into the pyre.

A storied ancient observatory. The stars do not lie, for their every move is a reflection of Mankind's development.

A lone stone pavilion suspended over the center of the river, from which the sunset over the river banks and flocks of birds taking to the sky can be seen.

The solid ground is as strong and pure as ivory tusks. When it finally shines for all to see, justice shall endure.

They are unobtrusive yet commonplace. Like nirvana and goblins, like Garuda, they cause an uproar wherever they go, yet few can give them pause.

From the beginning of time, the wise have always been enlightened, and devotees have offered their prayers. The traveler's questioning was soon answered by no thoughts of destruction, no presumption of eternal life, no difference between day and night.

As they course through the water that reflects the candlelight, shattered light dots flicker like stars, so close they are almost within reach.

Cony's gorgeous palace appears within reach. The ripples follow one after another, shattering to form a pool of lamentation.

The light of the candles falls upon the drapery. Only the majesty of the striped horse of legends that gallops against the wind, flying over mountain rivers in the distance can equal this.

Offer it questions and sincerity, and it will hand you the key.

A bonfire rises, a stone pillar is erected. Hearing the sound, the crowd descends in droves.

Colliding and intertwining, the footsteps of wisdom echo in this place, across the ages.

Every life comes to an end, and every building returns to rubble. Only wisdom lives on, forever seeking its next form.

Every life comes to an end, and every building returns to rubble. Towering above, atop the Eternal Heights, form is no longer a necessity.

Like a galloping foal, it has broken free from the shackles of the desert.

As the heat subsides, they sit in a circle, awakening the silent voices of their hearts.

Look here, look here... the eternal history seared with flames!

A grand return, a rekindled blaze of passionate hearts.

The serene days of yore are reborn here.

On a summer day without a trace of dark clouds, it too was never absent.

It just wants to take a good nap among the snowdrifts and the gifts, and send you greetings for the snowy season.

It suddenly appears on a day as the year draws to a close, preserving the memories of days gone by.

A painting needs its frame, and here you can have countless landscapes.

Many pairs of hands laid the first bricks, and so, it embraces the plain with open arms, towering like a mountain.

The intoxicating aroma of liquor lulls you into a drunken reverie. Take your time, indulge in a drink.

The tasks of the New Year are already complete. Amid the swaying bamboo shadows, spirits and humans alike fill their cups.

After a busy day filled with scrolls, golden leaves in the courtyard catch the eye.

Birds take flight and return, clouds gather and disperse, garments experience fray and flourishing, yet it remains here.

Fearless flowers bloom in the marketplace, adorning the bustle of the Dushuo Festival.

Spinning, singing, it lends fresh vigor to the pulse of the land.

Carvings of auspicious beasts now rest in the wilderness, perhaps dreaming of spring rivers on the grasslands.

Flowing downstream, accompanied by good winds, it already knows that the river is warming.

Petals fall leisurely into dreams, grains in the pot are not yet ready.

Endless millet fields, oddly shaped utensils. The distant and flourishing land of the East, where self-sufficient people no longer rely on sacrifices for a bountiful harvest. But the joy of reunion once a year still needs a vessel, and it is happy to take on this duty.

"The world's leading opera house," "symbol of the city of music," "a remnant of a decadent dynasty" ... Beyond these many accolades, it's still worth seeing for yourself.

The Art Nouveau movement has brought a dazzling gem to the world. One side bears the zeitgeist of the era, while the other presents freedom.

Bury your head in the fragrance. This is your greatest sanctuary.

Patience, my friend—the quiet anticipation before the buds bloom is the most beautiful of moments.

An art exhibition or the recounting of old tales? With just one cup, you can encounter all sorts of subjects, serious or otherwise.

One of the purest masterstrokes in architectural history, its unique aesthetics fully displayed.

Children set sail, as names from the age of navigation echo along the river.

Warm, sweet, and faithful—worth every brief stop you make.

The moon rises quietly among the lanterns. On this night, every corner of the earth is bright and glorious.

Clank, clank—we have found a steaming new heart for our homeland!

It belongs to you, to me, and to every hardworking, resilient person.

The lineup of tomorrow's budding astronauts eagerly awaits. This is where the dream of flight begins.

The temperature never drops in this place. The sounds of children laughing and playing fill the air with warmth and energy.

Yes, our young architects are always bold and daring—they are constantly shaping the world of tomorrow.

Wait until the seagulls flock back to their homes, wait until the quiet arrival of spring.

A dependable friend who silently and steadfastly carries our burdens, time and time again.

Let us sing the spirited song that can make delicate flowers bloom in the midst of heavy snow.

One step, two steps, out into the world—this is where the journey of the black diamond begins.

Do not be puzzled, those occasional abstract paintings and numerical symbols are just a friendly means of expression.

Outside the window, the endless skyline stretches forward; inside, proposals of all sizes are born.

The roar of the airship will soon be seen as a prelude to the "Rock Carnival Night."

Commemorate the past, the future, and every soul not bound by gravity.

The first invited passengers were full of praise—"By the time we landed, people were still asking if we had taken off!"

Small, medium, large; line, plane, space. Don't panic—this is just a "sensory" experience.

Equipped with the most advanced plasma guns, high-temperature steam pipes, and special measures for children under 12—red indicator lights and digital smiles.

From one end to the other—oh, what a long mental journey.

The Midsummer Dragon Boat Festival arrives as usual, symbolizing the prosperity of all things. A good day worth a lively parade.

A past sorrow, a simple and sincere wish. Despite the passage of time, some things never change.

Whenever weariness creeps over you, take refuge from the city's chaos and enjoy serenity.

The flickering old lights, the silent engine ... The dwellers will tell you this is a warm home.

Indulge, pause, and experience freedom. Multicolored smiles, neon and electronic screens.

Lost in the reflections of the silver mirrors, glimpsing countless nights of yourself.

"A token is a world. The exchange area is to the right after you exit."

The Age of Miracles is coming, and the revelation will illuminate everything.

"Take the tires off, my friend." No one can refuse this enthusiasm, especially since his prices are quite fair.

Let's build a palace of driftwood in the sand—a shady place to rest and play.

A luminous mystery marine creature.

Clasped hands, empty bottles, pinball, and spray paint stains, all gathered here and shining before the lights go out.

No one is turned away from here, nor can they turn away—for there is no other option.

Back before the theater and bar were built, this place was the only source of entertainment.

Nothing could be better than enjoying the movies in the comfort of your own car.

Beep-beep-beep! A more impressive mode of transportation is about to pass.

There was once a time when we'd spend nights in the wilderness like this.

Bigger, and bigger still. It needs to be visible from the edge of the horizon.

The full moon stirs the heart—family, home, and all there is to be desired ...

The moon in the sky will be gone with the night, but the moon in the water will last long in my memory.

They are your hardworking, cheerful, and swift partners. To please them, just a few specks of dust are enough!

What we create isn't just clever little trinkets, but a way of life, a new trend for the times.