We are just a dust in the world. The sky is just another space above our head. We are so small. We look up and only see a tiny part of the boundless sky.
We are so small, we look up at the sky, a flying bird passes by my eyes, I thought it was the sky;
We are so small, we look up at the sky, a leaf falling bewteen my eyebrows, I thought it was the sky;
We are so small, we look up at the sky, a cloud covers the blue in my eyes, I thought it was the sky.
We are so small. What is the sky? Put yourself in the right place, we look up, that is the sky.
“Sort of the sky” is a topic that Han Yu focused on while he was trying to define what the sky really means in a physical sense. As we all know, the sky is an objective thing, but because of observations and reflections from different angles and starting points, the objective sky can also become subjective. The question: is it true or false? that is the question. only the Person in the question could answer, and the answer will only be his/her answer.