Foto di Gulung | Scarica immagini royalty-free e in alta risoluzione https://www.cizucu.com/it/explore/photos/gulung it 2026-04-21T03:31:12+09:00 60 cizucu RSS Feed Generator © 2026 cizucu Inc. All rights reserved. it https://www.cizucu.com/assets/favicons/favicon.ico #080c4c <![CDATA[Bellissimo paesaggio del tempio Ulun Danu Beratan a Bali | Keisuke Nishida]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/Dc8rRsLF1bOf6UkGBE8C Keisuke Nishida https://www.cizucu.com/it/nksync https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/Dc8rRsLF1bOf6UkGBE8C Wed, 20 Nov 2024 10:38:33 GMT 2024-11-20T10:38:56+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/Dc8rRsLF1bOf6UkGBE8C.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[This photograph was taken during my journey through Liangshan. The day was bitterly cold, and the air was heavy with moisture. The cold did not feel like something that merely touched the skin—it felt as though it could pass through clothing and sink deep into the body. We crossed one frost-covered hill after another, and at the top of one of them, we came across a solitary house. There were no other people in sight for nearly a kilometer, yet inside lived a young brother and sister, both no older than about five. They told us that the adults had gone to the market to sell cattle and sheep, leaving the two of them at home alone. There was no light in the house, and the floor was rough, cold concrete. Even with boots on, I could feel my toes growing painfully numb, yet they walked barefoot across the frost-covered floor as if they had long since grown used to it. Their runny noses clung to the tips of their noses, drying and wetting again and again, becoming one of the most direct traces of that winter day. We asked them what they usually did at home, and they answered, quite naturally, that they liked biting thick pieces of cardboard for fun. As they spoke, they really did begin to bite into it. In that moment, I felt a quiet sadness. But then a beam of sunlight fell across the child’s face, and he burst into laughter, as if the harshness around him had not managed to define him. At that instant, I realized that what I was seeing was no longer just poverty or cold, but something far stronger—the resilience of life itself. This photograph is important to me not because it documents hardship in a remote place, but because it reminds me that even in the most unforgiving environments, people can still hold on to joy, vitality, and light. What I felt that day was not simply sympathy, nor the shock of an outsider looking in, but a deep sense of respect. To me, this photograph is not about suffering. It is about resilience. It is not about deprivation, but about the light that remains, even within it. | 熊寶]]> https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/1IuVoF2K24vT83YiYK40 熊寶 https://www.cizucu.com/it/users/zdddXarNsJdBtAS3ArljH0VHCDA2 https://www.cizucu.com/it/photos/1IuVoF2K24vT83YiYK40 Tue, 14 Apr 2026 12:44:16 GMT 2026-04-14T12:44:16+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/1IuVoF2K24vT83YiYK40.jpg?auto=compress,format